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On to that everlasting home,
Beyond its measure and its power. 307 Prayer for True Wisdom.
7's. 1 Swift the moments fly away!
First the hour and then the day,
Steal away and disappear. 2 Time is ever on the wing,
While I speak, or think, or sing,
Time is rolling fast away.
What will soon become of thee;
Up to heaven, or down to hell ? 4 Jesus, I would humbly pray,
Guide and keep me in Thy way ;
Wean my heart from things below. 308 Uncertainty of Life. C.M. 1 THE grass and flowers which clothe the field,
And look so green and gay, Touched by the scythe, defenceless yield,
And fall and fade away. 2 Fit emblem of our mortal state !
Thus, in the Scripture glass,
The young, the strong, the wise, the great,
May see themselves but grass. 3 Ah ! trust not to your fleeting breath,
Nor call your time your own; Around you see the scythe of death
Is mowing thousands down.
You die to live again;
To everlasting pain !
C.M. 1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds
Of each revolving year; How soon the weeks complete their rounds,
How short the months appear : 2 So fast, eternity comes on,
And that important day,
DEATH 810 Death and Judgment. C.M. 1 HEAVEN has confirmed the great decree,
That Adam's race must die;
And low in dust they lie.
Where we must quickly dwell;
In every funeral knell !
3 Once we must die ; and once for all
The solemn purport weigh,
On that important day. 4 These eyes, so long in darkness veiled,
Must wake the Judge to see ;
Our Saviour and our Friend !
With all His saints ascend. 311 Righteousness of Christ. L.M. 1 WEALTH cannot to the guilty yield,
In death's dark, trying hour, a shield ;
of hope without the Lord. 2 But saints with holy wonder view
Free pardon and salvation too;
Delivers from eternal death.
Our refuge and our hope of bliss,
But stand complete in Christ alone! 312 Death and Resurrection. C.M. 1 The day will come when we must bid
Farewell to all below;
2 Then, when our inner life shall break
The brittle shell of clay,
Find mercy in that day ! 3 The day will dawn when Christ will come
To open every grave,
The second time to save. 4 O when the trumpet's voice shall sound,
And earth and time decay,
To praise Him in that day!
313 Death Sometimes Sudden.
Sweeps down our mortal, sinful race ;
Shortly must be our dwelling-place. 2 But o the soul that never dies,
It cannot to the grave repair ;
And hears and knows its sentence there ! 3 And to the earth must I return,
And fall by death's relentless hand ?
That thou by grace mayst ready stand. 4 Then shall my life on earth be blest,
And death itself be safe and sweet ;
None too Young to Die.
I'm not too young to die ;
Must in corruption lie.
Have sunk in early death;
And render up my breath.
This tongue forget to sing ;
And bliss or sorrow bring.
Soon to command me home,
And fit me for the tomb.
For sinful, mortal worms to sing,
Dispel the gloom and touch the string. 2 Death, awful sound ! the fruit of sin,
And terror of the human race ;
Can look the monster in the face?
The monster loses all his dread;