2. The living know that they must die;
But all the dead forgotten lie;

Their memory and their sense are gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

3. Their hatred, and their love, is lost,
Their envy buried in the dust;

They have no share in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.

4. Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue,
Since no device, nor work, is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
5. There are no acts of pardon passed
In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there.

1. WHILE life prolongs its precious light,
Mercy is found, and peace is given;
But soon, ah soon, approaching night
Shall blot out every hope of heaven.

WATTS.

2. Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave, Before His bar your spirits bring,

And none be found to hear or save.

3. In that lone land of deep despair,

No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise-
No God regard your bitter prayer,
No Saviour call you to the skies.

4. Silence, and solitude, and gloom,

In those forgetful realms appear;
Deep sorrows fill the dismal tomb,
And hope shall never enter there.

5. Now God invites; how blest the day!
How sweet the Gospel's charming sound!
Come, sinners, haste, O haste away,

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While yet a pard'ning God is found.

L. M.

1. BROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path,

With here and there a traveler.

2. "Deny thyself, and take thy cross,"
Is the Redeemer's great command;
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heavenly land.
3. The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint,

And makes his own destruction sure.
4. Lord! let not all my hopes be vain;
Create my heart entirely new,
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain;
Which false apostates never knew.

DWIGHT.

1. BEHOLD the path that mortals tread
Down to the regions of the dead!
Nor will the fleeting moments stay,
Nor can we measure back our way.
2. Our kindred and our friends are gone;
Know, O my soul, this doom thine own:
Feeble as theirs, my mortal frame,
The same my way, my house the same.
3. And must I from the cheerful light,
Pass to the grave's perpetual night-
From scenes of duty, means of grace,
Must I to God's tribunal pass?

WATTS,

4. Awake, my soul, thy way prepare,
And lose, in this, each mortal care;
With steady feet that path be trod,
Which through the grave conducts to God.
WARDLAW'S COLL.

1. LORD! what a thoughtless wretch was I
To mourn, and murmur, and repine,
To see the wicked, placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine!

2. But Oh! their end, their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so;
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

3. Their fancied joys-how fast they flee!
Just like a dream when man awakes;
Their songs of softest harmony

Are but a prelude to their plagues. 4. Now I esteem their mirth and wine

Too dear to purchase with my blood;
Lord! 't is enough that Thou art mine,
My life, my portion, and my God.

WATTS.

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L. M.

1. SAY, sinner! hath a voice within
Oft whispered to thy secret soul,
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God's control?
2. Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,—
It was the Spirit's gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice,

And haste to seek in Christ thine all.

3. Spurn not the call to life and light;
Regard, in time, the warning kind;
That call thou may'st not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find.

4. God's Spirit will not always strive
With hardened, self-destroying man;
Ye who persist His love to greive,
May never hear His voice again.
5. Sinner! perhaps, this very day,

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Thy last accepted time may be:
Oh! should'st thou grieve Him now away,
Then hope may never beam on thee.

L. M.

1. Now, in the heat of youthful blood,
Remember your Creator, God;

Behold! the months come hastening on,
When you shall say, "My joys are gone."

2. Behold! the aged sinner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead,
With endless curses on his head.

3. The dust returns to dust again;
The soul, in agonies of pain,

Ascends to God-not there to dwell-
But hears her doom, and sinks to hell.

4. Eternal King! I fear Thy name:
Teach me to know how frail I

am;

And when my soul must hence remove,
Give me a mansion in Thy love.

HYDR.

WATTS.

1. MAN has a soul of vast desires;
He burns within with restless fires;
Tossed to and fro, his passions fly
From vanity to vanity.

2. In vain on earth we hope to find
Some solid good to fill the mind;
We try new pleasures, but we feel
The inward thirst and torment still.

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3. So, when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side, by turns;
And 't is a poor relief we gain,

To change the place, but keep the pain.
4. Great God, subdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and dust;

Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our souls with joys refined.

C. M.

1. WERE not the sinful Mary's tears
An offering worthy heaven,

When o'er the faults of former years
She wept, and was forgiven?

2. When, bringing every balmy sweet
Her day of luxury stored,

She o'er her Saviour's hallowed feet
The precious perfume poured,-

WATTS.

3. Were not those sweets so humbly shed,
That hair, those weeping eyes,
And the sunk heart which inly bled,
Heaven's noblest sacrifice?

4. Thou that hast slept in error's sleep,
O, wouldst thou wake to heaven,
Like Mary kneel, like Mary weep;
"Love much," and be forgiven!

C. M.

MOORE.

1. SWEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright,
Bridal of earth and sky;

The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,
For thou, alas! must die.

2. Sweet rose! in air whose odors wave,

And color charms the

eye;

Thy root is even in the ground,
And thou, alas! must die.