You must be driven from earth to dwell 4 See how the pit gapes wide for you, And thou, my soul, look downward too, 5 He is a God of sovereign love, 6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand; HYMN 53. C. M. Zion. [b *] • 1 LORD, what a wretched land is this, That yields us no supply; No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees, 2 But pricking thorns through all the ground, And mortal poisons grow; And all the rivers that are found, With dangerous waters flow. o 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode Lord! we would keep the heavenly road, 4 [Our souls shall tread the desert through, With undiverted feet; And faith and flaming zeal subdue The terrors that we meet.] e 5 (A thousand savage beasts of prey Around the forest roam; • But Judah's Lion guards the way, And guides the strangers home.) e 6 Long nights and darkness dwell below, With scarce a twinkling ray; o But the bright world to which we go, ls everlasting day. -7 By glimmering hopes, and gloomy fears, We trace the sacred road: Through dismal deeps, and dangerous snares, We make our way to God. e 8 Our journey is a thorny maze, But we march upwards still; o Forget these troubles of the ways, And reach at Zion's hill. 9 [See the kind angels, at the gates, There Jesus the Forerunner waits -10 There, on a green and flowery mount, And, with transporting joys, recount 11 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue, • 12 Eternal glories to the King Who brought us safely through, Our tongues shall never cease to sing; HYMN 54. C, M. Arundel. St. Martin's. [*] 1 M God, the spring of all my joys, The glory of my brightest days, o He is my soul's sweet morning star, b 3 The opening heavens around me shine, With beams of sacred bliss; While Jesus shows his heart is mine, And whispers I am his. o 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word; u Run up with joy the shining way, To embrace my dearest Lord. o 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe: The wings of love, and arms of faith, HYMN 55. C. M. Bangor. [b] Frail Life and Succeeding Eternity. .1 THE How feeble is our mortal frame, 2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still, -3 (The year rolls round, and steals away We're travelling to the grave.) 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. p 5 Good God! on what a slender thread e 6 Infinite joy, or endless woe, And yet how unconcerned we go, 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, And if our souls are hurried hence, 1 HYMN 56. C. M. Windsor. [b] The Misery of being without God. Though they increase their golden store, 2 They taste of all the joys that grow Well, they may search the creature through, For they have ne'er a God 3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, And think your life your own: But death comes hastening on to you, 4 Yes, you must bow your stately head; And no kind angel near your bed, 5 Go, now, and boast of all your stores, HYMN 57. L. M. Portugal. [*] The Pleasures of a Good Conscience. LORD, how secure, and blest, are they Who feel the joys of pardoned sin! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, Their minds have heaven and peace within. 2 The day glides swiftly o'er their heads, Made up of innocence and love : And, soft and silent as the shades, 3 (Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half so fast away; Their souls are ever bright as noon, 4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills, 5 They scorn to seek our golden toys; 6 While wretched we, like worms and moles, Lie grovelling in the dust below: Almighty grace, renew our souls, C. M. HYMN 58. C. M. Reading. [b] Shortness of Life, and Goodness of God. e 1 TIME! what an empty vapour 'tis ! TIME And days, how swift they are! Swift as an Indian arrow flies, Or like a shooting star. 2 The present moments just appear, That we can never say, they're here, 3 [Our life is ever on the wing, The moment when our lives begin, -4 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days 5 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, o 6 His goodness runs an endless round; His mercy never knows a bound; And be his Name adored! 7 [Thus we begin the lasting song: HYMN 59. C. M. St. Paul. Hymn 2d. [*] Paradise on Earth. 1 Gand sends his blessings through; LORY to God who walks the sky, Who tells his saints of joys on high, 2 [Glory to God, who stoops his throne, 3 When Christ, with all his graces crowned, "Tis a young heaven on earthly ground, And glory in the bud. o 4 A blooming paradise of joy In this wild desert springs; And every sense I straight employ |