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3 Some walk in fame's deceiving show,
Some dig for golden ore ;
And then are seen no more.
For all who fear the Lord ;
He by grace makes wise Shall share His rich reward. 298 • For ever and ever.'
7's. 1 Days and years glide swiftly by ;
Time will soon be past with me ;
Will these active limbs contain,
Man, or angel's help, how vain i 3 But my soul will still survive,
Death can never reach the soul ;
While eternal ages roll. 299
And some are marked to fall;
And soon shall smite us all.
With its new foliage on,
I passed—and they were gone.
3 No present health can health ensure
For yet an hour to come ;
Can always baulk the tomb.
Taught by the sacred page :
8.7. I SEE the leaves around us falling,
Dry and withered, to the ground;
In a sad and solemn sound : 2 Sons of Adam (once in Eden,
Where, like us, he blighted fell),
Mark the awful truth we tell.
Who the paths of pleasure tread,
Numbered now among the dead.
Gay with health and many a grace,
Summer gives to autumn place.
Messengers of shortest stay,
Heaven and earth shall pass away.
O inay all our hopes be laid !
This alone, for ever vernal,
Bears a leaf that shall not fade.
And days, how swift they are !
Or like a shooting star.
Then glide away in haste,
But only say, 'They're past.'
And death is ever nigh.
We then begin to die. 302
The dangerous path in which I go ;
There's but a step 'twixt me and death.' 2 Remove my guilt, all-gracious God,
And wash me in the Saviour's blood;
• There's but a step 'twixt me and death.' 3 Some of my precious time is gone;
My sands, perhaps, are almost run;
There's but a step 'twixt me and death.' 4 Others are gone, and we must go ;
We know not when-it may be now ;
For every soul departed saith,
• There's but a step 'twixt me and death.' 303 The Soul Immortal.
C.M. 1 THE grave is not a place of rest,
As unbelievers teach,
Nor sorrow ever reach.
The heaving breast is cold ;
No narrow grave can hold. 3 The mould'ring earth and hungry worm
The dust they lent may claim ;
Eternally the same.
C.M. 1 SWIFT as the winged arrow flies,
My time is hast'ning on;
My wasting moments run.
My ev'ry sin subdue,
With glory in my view.
Than live without Thy fear ;
Who have their portion here.
My heart to Thee incline,
That so I may, when time is done,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine. 305 Eternity.
C.M. 1 How long sometimes a day appears,
And weeks, how long are they ! Months move as slow as if the years
Would never pass away. 2 But months and years are passing by,
And soon must all be gone ; For day by day, as minutes fly,
Eternity comes on. 3 Days, months, and years must have an end ;
Eternity has none; 'Twill always have as long to spend
As when it first begun !
How such a thing can be ;
That long, long time with Thee.
Did infant time his being draw;
Revolve by Thine unvaried law. 2 Silent and slow they glide away,
Steady and strong the current flows;
Before the rapid stream are borne,