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Hasted through the former year,
They have done with all below ;
But how little, none can know. 3 As the winged arrow flies,
Speedily the mark to fiad ;
Darts, and leaves no trace behind; 4 Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
All below is like a dream.
Pardon of our sins renew;
Wit! eternity in view.
Fill our hearts with filial love;
· 267. c, M. Serious Reflections on our Moral Condition. 1 AND. now, my soul! another year
Of my short life is past :
And this may be my last.
Nor will return again ;
The few which yet remain !
And hours still hasten on ! B. V. HYMNS FOR THE NEW YEAR. 169 3 Awake my soul ! with all thy care
Thy true condition learn !
And what thy great concern ? 4 Now a new space of life begins !
Set out afresh for heav'n :
Through Christ so freely giv'n. 5 Devoutly yield thyself to God,
And on his grace depend;
C. M. Reflections on the Circumstances of the past year. 1 ARK how the swift-wing'd minutes fly,
How swift the circling months run round !
How soon the year is gone.
The year that's past review;
Wbat work bave I to do?
To that sustaining Power,
And brought me to this hour ! 4 For all thy favours, O my God!
Thy goodness I adore ;
And made that cup run o'er.
The guilt that marks the year;
To keep my conscience clear,
-6 What shall befall in future life
I would not, Lord ! inquire :
269. L. M.
Whose blessings crown the op'ning year;
And wakes anew our annual songs. 2 What numbers in thc little space,
Have vacant left, on earth, their place,
Hath his last yearly period run !
Or through a year, a month, or day,
He shall retain his vital breath ?
And stays, or goes at thy command ;
Their limits all to us unknown.
Let life but while it lasts be thine,
Though it should end this present year. 6 Though we, as time rolls swiftly on,
Borne on its tide, must soon be gone,
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Of the revolving year!
How short the months appear !
2 Much of my dubious life is past,
Nor will return again ;
How few may yet remain !
My great concern to see ;
And wholly live to thee.
If future years arise ;
For joy that never dies.
271. C. M.
On the Death of a Young Person. 1 WHEN blooming yonth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand,
Which sorrows must demand.
Oh may this truth, impress'd
Sink deep in every breast !
Behold the op’ning tomb !
To morrow death may come.
May every heart obey i
272. c. M.
How soon the vapour t'ies !
That e'en in blooming dies.
2 Death spreads like winter's frozen arms,
And beauty siniles no more :
Which pleas'd our eyes before ?
Each mournful thought employs;
And wither'd all her joys.
And lo! stern winter flies;
The flow'ry tribes arise.
When what we now deplore, Shall rise in full immortal prime,
And bloom, to fade no more. 6 Then cease, fond nature ! cease thy tears ;
Religion points on high ; There everlasting spring appears, And joys which cannot die.
273. c. M. The Sorrows of Nature soothed by the Prospects of
the Gospel. I WHILE to the grave our friends are borne,
Around their cold remains, How all the tender passions mourn,
And each fond heart complains ! 2 But down to earth, alas ! in vain
We bend our weeping eyes;
And upward learn to rise.
And beams a healing ray ;
To realms of endless day.