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61. L. M. Life, Death, and Resurrection. 1 ETERNAL God! how frail is man ! Few are the hours, and short the span,
Between the cradle and the grave : Who can prolong his vital breath? Who, from the bold demands of death,
Hath skill to fly, or power to save ? 2 But let no murmuring heart complain, That, therefore, man is made in vain,
Nor the Creator's grace distrust;
A bright reward awaits the just.
And we the glorious tidings hear :
And find a resurrection there.
1 LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour ;
How soon the vapour flies!
That e'en in blooming dies. 2 The once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs ;
And withered all her joys
3 But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo ! stern winter flies;
The flowery tribes arise.
When what we now deplore, Shall rise in full immortal prime,
And bloom, to fade no more. 5 Then cease, fond nature ! cease thy tears :
Religion points on high,
And joys that cannot die.
A Funeral Hymn.
Take this new treasure to thy trust :
To slumber in thy silent dust.
Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes
While angels watch its soft reposé. 3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son
Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed; Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne,
The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break, sacred morning ! from the skies;
Then, clothed anew in bright array,
And blossoms on the spray,
How sweet the vernal day!
Soft showers, with blessings fraught,
And fix the roving thought.
With gratitude and love,
The garden, field, and grove. 4. That bounteous hand my thoughts adore,
Beyond expression kind,
To bless the craving mind.
Glad nature's cheerful song ;
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Repeat thy praise with grateful voice ;
And, laden with thy gifts, rejoice.
All smiling round, thy bounty show;
3 Now earth receives the precious seed,
Which thy indulgent hand prepares ;
And answers all the sower's cares.
And through the ridges gently flow;
And thy kind blessing makes it grow. $ Thy goodness crowns the circling year,
Thy paths drop fatness all around;
And echoing hills return the sound.
There, plenty every charm displays;
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Obeys thy powerful nod:
Declares the present God. 2 Waked hy thy voice, blooms forth the spring,
In living verdure drest;
Thy beauties stand confest.
Nor do the hours delay;
Beneath his ripening ray.
And spreads a general feast ;
In which thy creatures all partake,
The greatest and the least.
And shows her furrowed brow,
How awful then art thou !
Obeys thy powerful nod; Each season, as it silent moves,
Declares the present God.
339. L. M. The Goodness of God in the Seasons. 1 GREAT Gop! at whose all-powerful call,
At first arose this beauteous frame,
The changing seasons speak thy name. 2 Thy bounty bids the infant year,
From winter storms recovered, rise;
Fresh opening to our wondering eyes. 3 O how delightful 'tis, to see
The earth in vernal beauty drest!
Thy bright perfections shine confest ! 4 Aloft, full beaming, reigns the sun,
And light and genial heat conveys;
From thee derives his quickening rays. 5 Around us, in the teeming field,
Stands the rich grain, or purpled vine;