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L. M. The Frailty of Life, and the Unchangeableness of
Truth. Isa. xl. 6, 7, 8. 1 The morning flowers display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold,
And fearless of the evening cold.
Parched by the sun's directer ray,
The short-lived beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride and beauty shows;
And sweeter than the virgin rose. 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The short-lived beauties die away.
With lustre, brighter far, shall shine,
Safe from diseases and decline.
If heaven shall recompense our pains,-
281. L. M.
Warnings of Mortality.
Swift on the wings of time it flies,
2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence,
And none resist the fatal dart :
And shall they fail to strike my heart ? 3 Think, O my soul ! how much depends
On the short period of to-day :
Be negligently thrown away ?
Awake! rouse every active power ;
This little, this important hour !
With heavenly ardor, grace divine ;
For strength, and life, and death are thine. 6 O teach me the celestial skill,
Each awful warning to improve !
My faith, my patience, and my love ;
Of nought thy wisdom shall ordain. 2 What sinners value, I resign :
Lord ! 't is enough that thou art mine :
And stand complete in righteousness. 3 This life 's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world, to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere ;
When shall I wake and find me there? 4 O glorious hour! O blest abode !
I shall be near, and like my God;
The sacred pleasures of the soul. 5 The change will come ; this active mind,
To earth's dark scenes no more confined, Shall burst its bonds with glad surprise, And in the Saviour's image rise.
283. C. M. Encouragement to the suffering Christian. 1 O THERE 's a better world on high ;
Hope on, thou pious breast;
Thy weary feet shall rest.
Poor man, thy strength how frail ;
heart, When flesh and heart shall fail. 3 Through death's dark vale of deepest shade,
T'hy feet must surely go ;
'T is thy last scene of wo.
Shall guard the traveller through;
And, wilderness, adieu !
And bring us safe to thee ;
But there 't is heaven to be.
284. 61. C. M.
The Christian's Cross and Crown. 1 COME on, ye partners in distress, Who, travelling through the wilderness,
Its cares and sorrows feel; Awhile forget your griefs and fears, And look beyond this vale of tears,
To yon celestial hill.
Joined with th' angelic powers ;
And all that heaven is ours. 3 Though suffering with our master here, We shall before his throne appear,
And by his side sit down ;
The cross, shall wear the crown. 4 Thrice-blessed, soul-inspiring hope ! It lifts the fainting courage up,
It brings to life the dead ;
With their triumphant Head.
285. L. M. The Prospect of Sickness and Death. 1 When all the powers of nature fail,
When sickness shall our hearts assail,
2 When pain, of every nerve possest,
Shall vibrate in the throbbing breast;
And medicine lose its power to heal : 3 When our dim eyes are sunk in death,
And God, who gave, shall take our breath, Do thou sustain the fainting heart,
And comfort to the soul impart.
From fear, despondency, and grief :
286. C. M. Comfort in Sickness and Death. 1 When sickness shakes the languid frame,
Each dazzling pleasure flies ;
Our long-deluded eyes.
Its hated sceptre shows;
Of complicated woes.
Shall crumble into dust ;
On nature's God to trust.
On his all-gracious God,
And kiss the chastening rod.