2. Safe in my Saviour's love I'll stand,
And strike a tuneful song;

My harp all trembling in my hand,
And all inspired my tongue.

3. I'll shout aloud, "Ye thunders roll,
And shake the sullen sky;

Your sounding voice, from pole to pole,
In angry murmurs try.

4. "Let the earth totter on her base,
And clouds the heavens deform;
Blow, all ye winds, from every place,
And rush the final storm!"

5. Come quickly, blessed Lord, appear-
Bid the swift chariot fly;
Let angels tell Thy coming near,
And snatch me to the sky.

6. Around Thy wheels, in the glad throng,
I'd bear a joyful part;

1112.

All hallelujah on my tongue-
All rapture in my heart.

C. M.

1. AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high;
Awake and praise the sovereign love,
That shows salvation nigh.

2. On all the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome, each declining day!
Welcome, each closing year!

3. Not many years their round shall run,
Nor many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand revealed
To our admiring eyes.

BYLES.

4. Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;
Ye mortal powers, decay;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

DODDRIDGE.

1. ALL nature dies, and lives again;
The flowers that paint the field,

The trees that crown the mountain's brow,
And boughs and blossoms yield-

2. Resign the honors of their form
At winter's stormy blast;

And leave the naked leafless plain,
A desolated waste.

3. Yet, soon, reviving plants and flowers
Anew shall deck the plain;

The woods shall hear the voice of spring,
And flourish green again.

4. So, in the dreary grave consigned,
Man sleeps in death's dark gloom,
Until th' eternal morning wake
The slumbers of the tomb.

5. O, may the grave become to us

The bed of peaceful rest;

Whence we shall gladly rise at length,
And mingle with the blest.

LOGAN.

1. BENEATH our feet and o'er our head
Is equal warning given;

Beneath us lie the countless dead,
Above us is the heaven!

2. Death rides on every passing breeze,
And lurks in every flower;

Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour!

HEBER.

3. Our

eyes

have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay;
And fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.

4. Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly to the tomb;

And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come?

5. Then, mortal, turn! thy danger know;
Where'er thy foot can tread,
The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead!

6. Turn, mortal, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given:

1115.

The dead, who underneath thee lie,
Shall live for hell or heaven!

Doxology. C. M.

PRAISE to the Father and the Son;
Praise to the Spirit be;

Praise to the blessed Three in One,
Through all eternity.

C. M.

1. THE broken ties of happier days,
How often do they seem

To come before the mental gaze,
Like a remembered dream;
And earthly hand can ne'er again
Unite these broken ties.

Around us each dissevered chain
In sparkling ruin lies.

2. O, who, in such a world as this,
Could bear their lot of pain,
Did not one radiant hope of bliss
Unclouded yet remain?

That hope the sovereign Lord has given,
Who reigns above the skies;—
Hope, that unites our souls to heaven,
By faith's endearing ties.

3. Each care, cach ill of mortal birth,
Is sent in pitying love

To lift the lingering heart from earth,
And speed its flight above.

And every pang that wrings the breast,
And every joy that dies,

Tells us to seek a purer rest,

And trust to holier ties.

1116.

C. M.

MONTGOMERY.

1. I TRAVEL all the irksome night,
By ways to me unknown;

I travel like a bird in flight,
Onward, and all alone.

2. Just such a pilgrimage is life;
Hurried from stage to stage,
Our wishes with our lot at strife,
Through childhood to old age.

3. The world is seldom what it seems
To man, who dimly sees-
Realities appear as dreams,
And dreams, realities.

4. The Christian's years, though slow their flight,
When he is called away,

Are but the watches of a night,

And death the dawn of day.

1117.

C. M.

MONTGOMERY.

1. FEW, few, and evil are thy days,
Man, of a woman born!

Peril and trouble haunt thy ways.
Forth, like a flower at morn,

The tender infant springs to light,
Youth blossoms to the breeze,
Age, withering age, is cropt ere night;
Man, like a shadow, flees.

2. And dost thou look on such a one?
Will God to judgment call

A

worm, for what a worm hath done
Against the Lord of all ?—

As fall the waters from the deep,
As summer-brooks run dry,
Man lieth down in dreamless sleep;
His life is vanity.

3. Man lieth down, no more to wake,
Till yonder arching sphere

1118.

Shall with a roll of thunder break,
And nature disappear.

O hide me till Thy wrath be past,
Thou, who canst slay or save!

Hide me where hopes may anchor fast
In my Redeemer's grave.

Ss & 4s.

1. ALAS! how poor and little worth

MONTGOMERY.

Are all those glittering toys of earth
That lure us here!

Dreams of a sleep that death must break:
Alas! before it bids us wake,

They disappear.

2. Where is the strength that spurned decay,
The step that rolled so light and gay,
The heart's blithe tone?

The strength is gone, the step is slow,
And joy grows weariness and woe
When age comes on.

3. Our birth is but a starting-place;
Life is the running of the race,
And death the goal:

There all those glittering toys are brought;
That path alone, of all unsought,

Is found of all.