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3 Then, what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might, pursue ;
Since no device, nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
4 There are no acts of pardon passed
In the cold grave to which we haste;

But darkness, death, and long despair
Len Reign in eternal silence there.
599

S. M. Bethany, Boxford
TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine,

Lodged in thy sovereign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,

It shines by thy command.
2 The present moment flies,

And bears our life away ;
Oh make thy servants truly wise,

That they may live to-day.
3 Since on this fleeting hour

Eternity is hung,
Awake, by thine almighty power,

The aged and the young.
4 One thing demands our care ;

Oh! be that still pursued !
Lest, slighted once, the season fair

Should never be renewed.
5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light, > Lest life's young, golden beams should die mf In sudden, endless night.

S. M. Haverhill. Aylesbury. 600

Reflections on past Generations.
HOW swift the torrent rolls,

That bears us to the sea !
The tide which hurries thoughtless souls

To vast eternity!
2 Our fathers ! where are they,

With all they called their own!
Their joys and griefs--and hopes and caret,

And wealth and honor-gone!
3 But joy or grief succeeds

Beyond our mortal thought,
Wnile still the remnant of their dust

Lies in the grave forgot.

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Must all the children wel
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3 Then, what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might, pursue ;
Since no device, nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
4 There are no acts of pardon passed
In the cold grave to which we haste;

But darkness, death, and long despair
Len Reign in eternal silence there.
599

S. M. Bethany. Boxford
TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine,

Lodged in thy sovereign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,

It shines by thy command.
2 The present moment flies,

And bears our life away;
Oh make thy servants truly wise,

That they may live to-day.
3 Since on this fleeting hour

Eternity is hung,
Awake, by thine almighty power,

The aged and the young.
4 One thing demands our care;

Oh! be that still pursued !
Lest, slighted once, the season fair

Should never be renewed.
5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light, > Lest life's young, golden beams should die In sudden, endless night.

S. M. Haverhill. Aylesbury. 600

Reflections on past Generations.
HOW swift the torrent rolls,

That bears us to the sea !
The tide which hurries thoughtless souls

To vast eternity!
2 Our fathers ! where are they,

With all they called their own!
Their joys and griefs--and hopes and cares,

And wealth and honor-gone!
3 But joy or grief succeeds

Beyond our mortal thought,
While still the remnant of their dust

Lies in the grave forgot

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4 There, where the fathers lie,

Must all the children dwell;
Nor 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,
Till with them, in the land of light,
We dwell before thy face.

8. M. Dover. Pentonville 601 Exhortation to work while it is Day.

THE swift-declining day,

How fast its moments ty!
While evening's broad and gloomy shade

Gains on the western sky.
2 Ye mortals, mark its pace,

And use the hours of light;
For know, its Maker can command

An instant, endless night.
3 Give glory to the Lord,

Who rules the rolling sphere;
Submissive, at his footstool bow,

And seek salvation there.
4 Then shall new lustre break

Through all the horrid gloom,
And lead you to unchanging light,

In your celestial home. 602

L. M. Danvers. St. Paul's
AWAKE-awake! each sluggish soul,

Awake-and view the setting sun!
See how the shades of death advance,

Ere half the task of life is done !
mp 2 Soon will he close our drowsy eyes,

Nor shall we hear these warnings more :
Soon will the mighty Judge approach;

Ev'n now he stands before the door! mf 3 To-day, attend his gracious voice!

And hear the summons which he sends “ Awake! for on this passing hour,

Thy long eternity depends !"

Aff 4 O Saviour! let these awful scenes

Be ever present to our view:
Teach us to gird our loins about,

And trim our dying lamps anew.
5 Then, when the king of terror comes,

Our souls shah hail the happy day: mf Haste, then, O Saviour, from above, Nor let thy chariot wheels delay!

C. M. York. Cheltenham. 603

Trust in God in Old Age.
ALMIGHTY Father of mankind,

On thee my hopes remain ;
And when the day of trouble comes,

I shall not trust in vain.
2 In early years thou wast my guide,

And of my youth the friend ;
And as my days began with thee,

With thee my days shall end.
3 Thou wilt not cast me off, when age

And evil days descend ;
Thou wilt not leave me in despair,

To mourn my latter end.
4 Therefore in life I'll trust to thee,

In death I will adore ;
And after death will sing thy praise,
When time shall be no more.

C. M. Wachusett. Grafton. 604

Meditation on Death.
STOOP down, my thoughts, that used to rise,

Converse awhile with death;
Think how a gasping mortal lies,

And pants away his breath.
2 But oh, the soul !--that never dies !

At once it leaves the clay !
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies-

And track its wondrous way.
3 And must my body faint and die?

And must my soul remove?
Oh! for some guardian angel nigh,

To bear it safe above!
4 Jesus, to thine almighty hand

My naked soul I trust;

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