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For New Year's Eve.
Yet to be revived at last
At the solemn judgment-day.
3 All our follies, Lord, forgive; As the lightning from the skies
Cleanse each heart and make us Thine;
As our future suns decline;
Then, when life's last eve shall come, Upward, Lord, our spirits raise,
Happy spirits, let us fly All below is but a dream.
To our everlasting home,
To our Father's house on high. 3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Rev. Ray Palmer. (1808–) 183a. Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us henceforth how to live 1263 With eternity in view:
1 For Thy mercy and Thy grace, Bless Thy word to young and old;
Faithful through another year, Fill us with a Saviour's love;
Hear our songs of thankfulness, And when life's short tale is told,
Father and Redeemer, hear. May we dwell with Thee above.
2 In our weakness and distress, Rev. John Newton. (1725-1807.) 1979.
Rock of strength, be Thou our stay; 1262 The Close of the Year.
In the pathless wilderness I THOU who roll'st the year around,
Be our true and living way. Crowned with mercies large and free, 3 Who of us death's awful road Rich Thy gifts to us abound,
In the coming year shall tread? Warm our thanks shall rise to Thee: With Thy rod and staff, O God, Kindly to our worship bow,
Comfort Thou his dying bed. While our grateful praises swell, 4. Keep us faithful, keep us pure, That, sustained by Thee, we now
Keep us evermore Thine own; Bid the parting year farewell.
Help Thy servants to endure, 2 All its numbered days are sped,
Fit us for the promised crown. All its busy scenes are o'er,
5 So within Thy palace gate All its joys for ever fled,
We shall praise, on golden strings, All its sorrows felt no more:
Thee, the only Potentate, Mingled with th' eternal past,
Lord of lords, and King of kings. Its remembrance shall decay;
Rev. Henry Downton. (1818–) 1839. ab.
a pilgrim stranger, Would?
s danger: D. S. just be - fore, the shining shore We may al-most dis
cloud, the marinig andlers'; } Of earthly hopes are emblems true, The glory of a pass- ing hour.
Earth and Heaten. 2 But though carth's fairest blossoms die,
And all beneath the skies is vain, There is a land, whose confines lie
Beyond the reach of care and pain.
Then let the hope of joys to come
Dispel our cares, and chase our fears: If God be ours, we're travelling home, Though passing through a vale of tears.
Rev. David Everard Ford. 1828.
A Pilgrim's Song: 2 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild, rocky shore; And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more. Cho. 3 A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,
And we shall wcep no more. Cho. 4 'Tis but a little while
And He shall come again,
Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808–) 1857. ab.
14 One thing demands our care,
o be it still pursued;
Should never be renewed. 5 To Jesus may we fly,
Swift as the morning light,
Rev. Philip Doddridge. (:702–1751.) 1755.
The Uncertainty of Life. 1267
James. iv. 13-15. 1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is Thine,
Lodged in Thy sovereign hand; And if its sun arise and shinc,
It shines by Thy command. 2 The present moment flies,
And bcars our life away;
That they may live to-day. 3 Since on this wingéd hour
Eternity is hung,
The aged and the young.
Make Haste to live." 1 MAKE haste, O man, to live,
For thou so soon must die;
llow swift its moments fly. 2 Make haste, O man, to do
Whatever must be done;
Thy day will soon be gone.
Fling ease and self away;
Up, watch, and work and pray. 4 Make haste, O man, to live,
Thy time is almost o'er;
Rev. Horatius Bonar. 1857. ab
The Brevity and Vanity of Life. 1269
13 God of our fathers, hear, Ps. xxxix.
Thou everlasting Friend, 2 My life is but a span,
While we, as on life's utmost verge,
Our souls to Thee commend.
4. Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace,
Till with them, in the land of light,
We dwell before Thy face.
Rev. Philip Doddridge 1755. ab, and alt
Triumph over Death.
I AND must this body die,
And must these active limbs of mine 5 Have pity on my fears;
Lie mouldering in the clay ?
2 God, my Redeemer, lives,
And ever from the skies
Looks down and watches all my dust, 6 O spare me yet, I pray;
Till He shall bid it rise.
3 Arrayed in glorious grace,
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And every shape and every face
Look heavenly and divine.
4 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;
We would adore His grace below,
And sing His power above.
5 Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. ab. and alt.
13 Our labors done, securely laid At a Funeral.
In this our last retreat, 2 Death rides on every passing brecze,
Unheeded, o'er our silent dust
The storms of life shall beat.
4. Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, Its peril every hour.
The vital spark shall lie; 3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall risc
To seek its kindred sky.
15 These ashes too, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep, 4. Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Till the last angel rise and break
The long and dreary sleep.
6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye And dreams of days to come?
Shall shed its mildest rays, 5 Turn, mortal, turn, thy danger know;
And the long-silent dust shall burst Where'er thy foot can tread,
With shouts of endless praise. The earth rings hollow from below,
Henry Kirke White. (1785–1806.) 1806. And warns thee of her dead. 6 Turn, Christian, turn, thy soul apply
“The Bitterness of Death is past." 1274
1 Samn. xv. 32. To truths divinely given; The bones that underneath thee lie,
1 WHEN bending o'er the brink of life
My trembling soul shall stand,
Waiting to pass death's awful flood,
Great God, at Thy command; 1273 “Marching to the Tomb."
2 O thou great Source of joy supreme, I THROUGH sorrow's night and danger's path, Whose arm alone can save, Amid the deepening gloom,
Dispel the darkness that surrounds We, soldiers of an injured King,
The entrance to the grave. Are marching to the tomb.
3 Lay Thy supporting, gentle hand 2 There, when the turmoil is no more,
Beneath my sinking head, And all our powers decay,
And, with a ray of love divine, Our cold remains in solitude
Illume my dying bed. Shall sleep the years away.
Rev. William Bengo Collyer. (1782—1854.) 1812. ab