What though but as fools, and as way-faring men,

We may by the world be esteemed;

Yet through Him, the Lord, we eternal life gain, And are by his sufferings redeemed.

Redeemed from the world, and its poor gilded toys,

And all that the heart can allure;

To centre our hopes on those unfading joys,--
Those joys that for ever endure.

XC.

"Prepare to meet thy God."

PREPARE to meet thy God:

How awful is the sentence !

Lord, teach me, then, to find the road That leadeth to repentance.

I feel my wretched state,
I know my sad condition;
But trust it is not yet too late
To seek with due contrition.

To seek, dear Lord, thy face,

To mourn o'er all my errors; And, through the influence of thy grace, To meet the King of Terrors.

Why fear I then the grave?

'Tis but the body's prison;

For He who died my soul to save,
To glory now has risen.

At the right hand of God,

In heaven, He takes his station;

And, through the shedding of his blood, He pleads for my salvation.

XCI.

"In the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast."

THOUGH foes assail, and friends forsake,

And leave this wounded heart to break;

Yet, Jesus, unto Thee

For aid divine will I look up,

In saving grace rest all my hope,
To Thee for comfort flee.

Then let the world frown as it will,
Beneath thy wings I'll sit me still,

And there forget my pain:

Until at length the stormy blast,
And raging wind, be overpast,

And all be calm again.

And thus, in passing through the world,
While others are by tempests hurl'd,

And fiery passions driven;

May I beneath thy guidance keep,
In Thee, dear Jesus, fall asleep,
And wake at last in heaven.

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