o 2 As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts and leaves no trace behind,-
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Lord, our expectations raise-
All below is but a dream.

g 3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Former kindnesses renew:

From this moment may we live
With eternity in view:

Bless the word to young and old:
Shed abroad a Saviour's love;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.

NEWTON

HYMN 435. P. M. Amesbury. [* or b] COME, let us anew our journey pursue,

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'Roll round with the year,

And never stand still, till the Master appear. 2 His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve,

By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. -3 Our life is a dream; our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away;

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.
4 The arrow is flown; the moment is gone;
The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.
5 O that each in the day of his coming may say,
"I have fought my way through;

I have finished the work thou didst give me to do.' 6 O that each, from his Lord, may receive the glad

word,

"Well and faithfully done;

"Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne."

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HYMN 436. S. M. Newalk.

Reflections on the State of our Fathers.

TOW swift the torrent rolls,

HOW

Which bears us to the sea!

The tide which hurries thoughtless souls
To vast eternity!

[b]

2 Our fathers, where are they,

With all they called their own?

Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honour gone.

3 But joy or grief succeeds
Beyond our mortal thought,
While the poor remnant of their dust
Lies in the grave forgot.

e 4 There, where the fathers lie
Must all the children dwell;
No other heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell.

-5 God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!

While we, as on life's utmost verge,

Our souls to thee commend.

6 Of all the pious dead

May we the footsteps trace,

8 Till with them, in the land of light, We dwell before thy face.

ALEXANDER'S COL.

HYMN 437. L. M. Dresden. [b or #7

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OF

The Knell.

FT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each from every trifle fly,
And ask, "Am I prepared to die?"

e 2 Soon, leaving all I love below,
To God's tribunal I must go;
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

3 O could I bear to hear him say,
"Depart, accursed, far away;

"With Satan, midst the flames of hell,
"Thou art forever doomed to dwell!"

4 Saviour! O help me now to see
And place my hope alone in thee;
Thy cleansing blood, thy spirit give,
Subdue my sins, and bid me live!
5 Then when the solemn bell I hear,
If saved from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought alarming be,
"Perhaps it next may toll for me."

86 Rather my spirit would rejoice,
And wish and long to hear thy voice;
Glad, when it bids me earth resign,
Secure of heaven, if thou art mine!

NEWTON.

HYMN 438. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b] A Thought of Eternity.

P1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face,

O, how shall I appear?

-2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought,

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My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O, how shall I appear?

HYMN 439. S. M.

ADDISON.

Olmutz. [*]

1W1 from my grave shall rise,

"AKED by the trumpet's sound,

And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies.

2 Who can resolve the doubt,

That tears my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the lost cast out,
Or numbered with the blest?
30 thou that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die;
Who diedst thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery ;—

4 Show me the way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe !

That when thou comest on thy throne,

I may with joy appear.

WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 440. C. M. Dundee. [*]

Heaven.

81FAR from these narrow scenes of night,

Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

-2 Fair distant land! could mortal eyes

But half its charms explore,

How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!
3 No cloud those blissful regions know,
Realms ever bright and fair!
For sin, the source of mortal wo,
Can never enter there.

4 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

5 Prepare us, Lord! by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.

STEELE

HYMN 441. Lanesboro'. [b or *]
The Heavenly Rest.

HERE is an hour of peaceful rest,

P1T To mourning wanderers given;

There is a joy for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast,
"Tis found above-in heaven.
2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heaven.

s 3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.

8 4 There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom,

And joys supreme are given;

There, rays divine disperse the gloom :

Beyond the confines of the tomb

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Appears the dawn of heaven.

UNION COL

HYMN 442. C. M. Tolland. [*]
The Heavenly Jerusalem. Rev. xxi, 22
JERUSALEM, my happy home!

dear to me!

When shall my labours have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold?

3 O when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.

5 Why should I shrink at pain and wo?
Oi feel at death dismay?

I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below,
Will join the glorious band.

7 Jerusalem! my happy home'
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

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C. WESLEY.

HYMN 443. 8s. Goshen. [*]

Earnest Desire of Heaven.

LONG to behold him arrayed
With glory and light from above,-
The King in his beauty displayed,
His beauty of holiest love :
p I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus has fixed his abode :
O when shall we meet in the air
And fly to the mountain of God.
--2 With him I on Zion shall stand,
(For Jesus hath spoken the word,)
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord;
But when on thy bosom reclined,
Thy face I am strengthened to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,
My heaven of heavens, in thee.
3 How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above!

SELECT.

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