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4, Thy angels shall around their beds
Their constant stations keep :
For thou dost never sleep.
And heav'nly thoughts refreshid, Our eye-lids with the morn's unclose,
And bless the ever-bless'd.
Hymn 396. C. M.
To God's upholding hand!
And yet secure we stand.
Which rais'd us with a word:
We lean upon the Lord.
And angels guard the room ;
That was not made our tomb. 4. The rising morning can't assure
That we shall end the day ;
To take our lives away.
To God's avenging law;
In ev'ry breath we draw.
Our joy and safety brings ;
Hymn 397. P. M.
My cheerful soul I raise ;
And still prolongs my days :
And bless the day that I was born. 2. A clod of living earth,
I glorify thy name,
And all my blessings came :
Let all that is within me praise. 3. Long as I live beneath,
To thee, O let me live !
In thanks and praises give :
4. My soul and all its pow’rs,
Thine, wholly thine shall be ;
I consecrate to thee:
And I shall praise thee evermore. 5. I wait thy will to do,
As angels do in heav'n;
6. Then when the work is done,
The work of faith with pow'r, Receive thy favour'd son,
In death's triumphant hour : Like Moses to thyself convey, And kiss my raptur'd soul away.
Hymn 398. P. M.
The glad morning appears,
From Jehovah I came,
For his glory I am;
Art the fountain I own
And I cheerfully sing
My Redeemer and King,
In thy fatherly choice
If of parents I came, .
And temptations, and snares,
O the blessings bestow'd
By a bountiful God,
What a heaven of bliss,
With thy people to live and to die!
Gather'd into thy fold,
With thy people enrolid,
To the Father of grace,
I the business pursue,
He hath made me to do,
And rejoice that I ever was born. +
Youth and Judgment, Eccl. xi. 9.
E sons of Adam, vain and young,
And give a loose to all your fire.
and wine ; Enjoy the day of mirth—but know,
There is a day of judgment too.
His book records your secret faults ;
Must all appear before the sun.
Should strike your hearts with terror thro':
Or answer for his injur'd grace? 5. Almighty God, turn off their
Hymn 400. L. u.
Eccl. xii. 1,7. Isa. Ixv. 20. 1.
ow in the heat of youthful blood,
Remember your Creator, God: Behold the months come hast’ning on,
When you shall say, "My joys are gone." 2. Behold the aged sinner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
With endless curses on his head. 3. The dust returns to dust again;
The soul, in agonies of pain
But hears her doom, and sinks to hell. 4. Eternal King! I fear thy name,
Teach me to know how frail I am;
Hymn 401. c. m. 1.
VIME! what an empty vapour 'tis, "TA
And days how swift they are!
Or like a shooting star.
Then slide away in haste,
But only say, “ They're past.”.
And death is ever nigh;