4. Now a new space of life begins; 5. Devoutly yield thyself to God, 268. c. M. Reflections on the Circumstances of the past Year. MARK how the swift-wing'd minutes fly, And hours still hasten on! How swift the circling months run round! How soon the year is gone! 2. Let me indulge the serious thought; 3. How is my debt of love increas'd 4. For all thy favours, O my God! Thou hast my cup with blessings fill'd, 5. For thy great mercy's sake, forgive What shall befall in future life 269. L. M. The Possibility of dying this Year. 1. GREAT GOD! we in thy courts appear, 2. What numbers in the little space, 3. We yet survive; but who can say, 4. That breath is always in thy hand, 5. To thee would we our life resign; Though we, as time rolls swiftly on, 270. c. M. Reflections on our Waste of Time. .1. REMARK, my soul! the narrow bounds How soon the weeks complete their rounds! 2. Much of my dubious life is past, How swift the fleeting moments haste! How few may yet remain! 3. Great GOD! awake this trifling heart My great concern to see; That I may choose the better part, And wholly live to thee. 4. Then shall their course more grateful roll, If future years arise; Or this prepare my waiting soul, For joy that never dies. 271. c. M. On the Death of a Young Person. 1. WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 2. While pity prompts the rising sigh, 3. Let this vain world engage no more; It bids us seize the present hour; may come. 4. The voice of this alarming scene Nor be the heavenly warning vain, 272. C. M. On the Death of a Young Person. 1'.. LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour; 2. Death spreads like winter's frozen arms, And beauty smiles no more: Ah! where are now those rising charms Which pleas'd our eyes before? 3. The once lov'd form, now cold and dead, 4. But wait the interposing gloom, And, lo! stern winter flies; 5. Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, Shall rise in full, immortal prime, And bloom, to fade no more. 6. Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears; Religion points on high; There everlasting spring appears, And joys which cannot die. 273. c. M. The Sorrows of Nature soothed by the WHILE to the grave our friends are borne, How all the tender passions mourn, |