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266.

P. M.
The Shortness and Uncertainty of Life.
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CHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun

Hasted through the former year,
Vany souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here.
2 Finish'd here prohation's day,

They have done with all below ;
We a little longer stay,

But how little, none can know. 3 As the winged arrow flies,

Speedily the mark to fiad ;
As the lightning from the skies

Darts, and leaves no trace behind; 4 Swiftly thus our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Upwards, LORD! our spirits raise ;

All below is like a dream.
5 Thanks for mercies past receive ;

Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live,

Wit! eternity in view.
6 Bless thy word to young and old;

Fill our hearts with filial love;
And, when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.

· 267. c, M. Serious Reflections on our Moral Condition. 1 AND. now, my soul! another year

Of my short life is past :
I cannot long continue here;

And this may be my last.
2 Part of my doubtful life is gone,

Nor will return again ;
And swift my feeting moments run,

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 !
What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair ?

And what thy great concern ? 4 Now a new space of life begins !

Set out afresh for heav'n :
Seek pardon for thy former sins,

Through Christ so freely giv'n. 5 Devoutly yield thyself to God,

And on his grace depend;
With zeal pursue the heav'nly road,
Nor doubt a happy end.

C. M. Reflections on the Circumstances of the past year. 1 ARK how the swift-wing'd minutes fly,

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How swift the circling months run round !

How soon the year is gone.
2 Let me iudulge the serious thought;

The year that's past review;
What good, what evil, have I done ?

Wbat work bave I to do?
3 How is my debt of love increas'd

To that sustaining Power,
Who hath upheld my feeble frame,

And brought me to this hour ! 4 For all thy favours, O my God!

Thy goodness I adore ;
Thou hast my cup with blessings fill'd

And made that cup run o'er.
5 For thy great mercy's sake, forgive

The guilt that marks the year;
And may I more than ever strive

To keep my conscience clear,

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-6 What shall befall in future life

I would not, Lord ! inquire :
To be prepar'd for all thy will,
Be this my chief desire.

269. L. M.
The Possibility of Dyiny this Year.
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LREAT GOD! we in thy courts appear,

Whose blessings crown the op'ning year;
Our feeble lives thy care prolongs,

And wakes anew our annual songs. 2 What numbers in thc little space,

Have vacant left, on earth, their place,
Since from this day, the circling sun

Hath his last yearly period run !
3 We yet survive ; but who can say,

Or through a year, a month, or day,
Secure from the attack of death,

He shall retain his vital breath ?
4 That breath is always in thy hand,

And stays, or goes at thy command ;
We hold our lives from thee alone,

Their limits all to us unknown.
5 To thee would we our life resign,

Let life but while it lasts be thine,
And we can have no cause to fear,

Though it should end this present year. 6 Though we, as time rolls swiftly on,

Borne on its tide, must soon be gone,
Yet, thankful, we behold the shore,
Where we shall live to die no more.

270.

. C. M.
Reflections on our Waste of Time.
1
REMARK, my soul! the narrow bounds

Of the revolving year!
How soon the weeks complete their rounds!

How short the months appear !

2 Much of my dubious life is past,

Nor will return again ;
How swift the fleeting moments haste !

How few may yet remain !
3 Great God ! awake this trifling heart

My great concern to see ;
That I may choose the better part,

And wholly live to thee.
4 Then shall their course more grateful roll,

If future years arise ;
Or this prepare my waiting soul

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,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,

Which sorrows must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,

Oh may this truth, impress'd
With awful power,.-' I too must die,'

Sink deep in every breast !
3 Let this vain world engage no more ;

Behold the op’ning tomb !
It bids us seize the present hour ;

To morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene

May every heart obey i
Nor be the heav'nly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray!

272. c. M.
On the Death of a Young Person.
1 IFE is a span, a fleeting hour;

How soon the vapour t'ies !
Man is a tender, transient flower,

That e'en in blooming dies.

2 Death spreads like winter's frozen arms,

And beauty siniles no more :
Ah ! where are now those rising charms

Which pleas'd our eyes before ?
3 The once lov'd form, now cold and dead,

Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps, her comforts fled,

And wither'd all her joys.
4 But wait the interposing gloom,

And lo! stern winter flies;
And dress'd in beauty's fairest bloom,

The flow'ry tribes arise.
5 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,

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;
Ah ! let us leave these seats of pain,

And upward learn to rise.
3 Hope cheerful smiles amid the gloom,

And beams a healing ray ;
And guides vs from the darksome tomb,

To realms of endless day.

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