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249. c. M.
To mansions in the skies;
2. In vain soft pleasure spreads her charms,
And throws her silken chain;
3. He knows that all these glittering things
Must yield to sure decay,
A beam of sacred light
Those blissful scenes on high Shall flourish in immortal bloom,
When time and nature die.
L. M. MRS. STEELE.
1. Ah! wretched souls who strive in vain, Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin ! A nobler toil may I sustain, A nobler satisfaction win!
I never faint nor tire, Nor wandering leave his sacred ways ! Great God, accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise.
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252. c. M.
And press with vigour on :
Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way.
3. 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye:
4. That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust.
The glorious prize pursue ;
To bid this earth adieu.
1. AWAKE, my soul, lift up
eyes, See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host; Awake, my soul, or thou art lost.
2. Here giant danger threatening stands Mustering his pale terrific bands; There pleasure's silken banners spread, And willing souls are captive led.
6. The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell ; The man of Calvary triumph'd here, Why should his faithful followers fear?