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280.

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,
As careless of the noon-day heats,

And fearless of the evening cold.
2 Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast,

Parched by the sun's directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,

The short-lived beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride and beauty shows;
Fairer than spring the colours shine,

And sweeter than the virgin rose. 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years,

Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,

The short-lived beauties die away.
5 But these, new rising from the tomb,

With lustre, brighter far, shall shine,
Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline.
6 Let sickness blast, and death devour,

If heaven shall recompense our pains,-
Perish the grass and fade the flower,
Since firm the word of God remains.

281. L. M.

Warnings of Mortality.
1 That awful hour will soon appear,

Swift on the wings of time it flies,
When all that pains or pleases here,
Will vanish from my closing eyes.

2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence,

And none resist the fatal dart :
Continual warnings strike my sense,

And shall they fail to strike my heart ? 3 Think, O my soul ! how much depends

On the short period of to-day :
Shall time, which heaven in mercy lends,

Be negligently thrown away ?
4 Thy remnant minutes strive to use ;

Awake! rouse every active power ;
And not in dreams and trifles lose

This little, this important hour !
6 Lord of my life ! inspire my heart

With heavenly ardor, grace divine ;
Nor let thy presence e'er depart,

For strength, and life, and death are thine. 6 O teach me the celestial skill,

Each awful warning to improve !
And, while my days are shortening still,
Prepare me for the joys above !

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282.

L. M.
Prospect of the real Christian. Ps. xvii.
1 LORD, I am thine : but thou wilt prove

My faith, my patience, and my love ;
Whate'er the trial, I'll complain

Of nought thy wisdom shall ordain. 2 What sinners value, I resign :

Lord ! 't is enough that thou art mine :
I shall behold thy blissful face,

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;
And flesh and sin no more control

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;
Faint not, thou traveller ! on the sky

Thy weary feet shall rest.
2 Anguish may rend each vital part;

Poor man, thy strength how frail ;
Yet heaven's own strength shall shield thy

heart, When flesh and heart shall fail. 3 Through death's dark vale of deepest shade,

T'hy feet must surely go ;
Yet there, even there, walk undismayed ;

'T is thy last scene of wo.
4 Thy God, and with the tenderest hand,

Shall guard the traveller through;
Hail! shalt thou cry; hail, promised land !

And, wilderness, adieu !
O Father ! make our souls thy care,

And bring us safe to thee ;
Where'er thou art, we ask not where,

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.
2 See Jesus there in triumph stands,
Head of the church's sacred bands,

Joined with th' angelic powers ;
Lo! all that height of glorious bliss
Our everlasting portion is,

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 ;
To patient faith the prize is sure,
And they that to the end endure

The cross, shall wear the crown. 4 Thrice-blessed, soul-inspiring hope ! It lifts the fainting courage up,

It brings to life the dead ;
Our conflicts here shall soon be past,
And all his people rise at last

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,
And every nobler part pervade;
When every earthly wish shall fade :

2 When pain, of every nerve possest,

Shall vibrate in the throbbing breast;
And languor o'er our senses steal,

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.
4 May thy bright presence bring relief

From fear, despondency, and grief :
Directing, while it cheers, our way
'To realms of perfect, endless day.

286. C. M. Comfort in Sickness and Death. 1 When sickness shakes the languid frame,

Each dazzling pleasure flies ;
Phantoms of bliss no more obscure

Our long-deluded eyes.
2 Then the tremendous arm of death

Its hated sceptre shows;
And nature faints beneath the weight

Of complicated woes.
3 The tottering frame of mortal life

Shall crumble into dust ;
Nature shall faint-but learn, my soul,

On nature's God to trust.
4 The man, whose pious heart is fixed

On his all-gracious God,
In every frown may comfort find,

And kiss the chastening rod.

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