8 When worn by sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Hath made my cup run o'er;
And, in a kind and faithful friend,
Hath doubled all my store.
10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
Which tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in unknown worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
12 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord!
Thy mercy shall adore.
13 Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
For Ŏh! eternity alone
Can utter all thy praise.
On the Death of a Young Person.
1 WHEN blooming youth is snatched away By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which sorrow must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impressed
With awful power,-I too must die,--
Sink deep in every breast!
3 Let this vain world delude no more;
Behold the opening tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour;
To-morrow, death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene
May every heart obey;
Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.
498. L. M.
The Love of Christ.
1 WHEN, in obedience to their Lord,
His followers meet around his board,
His love may well employ the song,
And dwell with praises on the tongue.
2 He loved mankind,-their welfare sought,
In all he did, in all he taught;
Their present peace, their future joy,
His whole concern, his life's employ.
3 Where deep distress prolongs the sigh,
Behold the tender Jesus nigh;
He heals the sick, restores the blind,
Consoles and sooths the drooping mind.
4 What love, what kindness, from his tongue, Invite the willing soul to come,
To hear his gospel, learn the way
Which leads through death to endless day!
5 And shall we fail to love his name,
Who thus to teach and save us came,
To show his Father's love to man,-
And died to seal the gracious plan?
6 While life shall last, O let us prove
Our grateful reverence and our love!
In deed and thought, through every day,
His Father's holy will obey!
499. c. M.
Old Age anticipated.
1 WHEN in the vale of lengthened years
My feeble feet shall tread,
And I survey the various scenes
Through which I have been led:
2 How many mercies will my life
Before my view unfold!
What countless dangers will be past,
What tales of sorrow told!
3 But yet, my soul! if thou canst say
I've seen my God in all;
In every blessing owned his hand,
In every loss his call;
4 If piety has marked my steps,
And love my actions formed,
And purity possessed my heart,
And truth my lips adorned;
5 If I've grown old in serving him,
My Father and my God;
I need not fear the closing scene,
Nor dread the appointed road.
6 This scene will all my labours end;
This road conduct on high;
With comfort I'll review the past,
And triumph, though I die.
1 WHILE Sounds of war are heard around,
And death and ruin strew the ground;
To thee we look, on thee we call,
The Parent, and the Lord of all!
2 Thou, who hast stamped on human kind
The image of a heaven-born mind,
And in a Father's wide embrace
Hast cherished all the kindred race!
3 O see, with what insatiate rage,
Thy sons their impious battles wage!
How spreads destruction like a flood,
And brothers shed their brothers' blood!
4 See guilty passions spring to birth,
And deeds of hell deform the earth;
While righteousness and justice mourn,
And love and pity droop forlorn.
5 Great God! whose powerful hand can bind The raging waves, and furious wind,
O bid the human tempest cease,
And hush the maddening world to peace'
6 With reverence may each hostile land
Hear and obey that high command,
Thy Son's blest errand from above,—
'My creatures! live in mutual love!'
1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun
Hasted through the closing year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here.
2 Finished here probation'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
Quick, the destined mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind;
4 So our brief and transient days
To their end speed swiftly on;
Soon we pass life's little space,
Here to-day, to-morrow gone.
5 Thanks, for mercies past, receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us, Lord! by faith to live,
With 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.
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