7 And, when this fleeting life is fled, 219 Ps. lxvi. 9. 8.6.8.6.2-8's. T.R. TAYLOR. 1 VES! it is good to worship Thee, To tread Thy courts, Lord! To raise the voice, to bend the knee, We praise Thee that another year And thoughts of heaven the hearts engage 3 But O, if songs like ours be sweet, Where all the ransomed ones shall meet, 4 How vast that heavenly temple is, Oh how unspeakable the bliss Waking, for evermore, the strain Of praise to Him who once was slain! 5 Ours, Saviour, may these raptures be, And, having lived on earth to Thee, This house-these hours-of praise and prayer, 220 1 L ET all assembled here, Review the mercies of the year, Yes, we adore Thee, Lord, To Thee, our God and King, Command Thy blessing, Lord, And, may we still Thy grace record 221 1 Psalm lxv. 11. L.M. I. P. C. (WEET is the work, O Lord, to raise As oft our mingling voices seek To sing the blessings of a week; 2 But sweeter yet our blest employ, 3 Goodness and mercy crown our lot, 4 O never may we thankless prove! Increase our gratitude and love; And let our resolution be, To give ourselves, our all, to Thee. 5 United, heart, and hand, and voice, Now in our Saviour we rejoice; And, still united, we would pray To sound His name through endless day. 6 Lord, let us all Thy grace partake: Accept and bless, for Jesus' sake; And loud shall sing our youthful host, "Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!" 222 1 Psalm ciii. 2. D. 8's. TAYLOR.* year is just going away; And did not remember my prayer? My thoughts, have they wandered elsewhere? 2 Have ill-temper, and passion, and pride, Grieved both my dear parents and Thee? Can I say I have heartily tried Obedient and gentle to be? But, Lord, Thou already hast known Much more of my folly than I: There is not a fault I can own, 3 This year is just going away; So help me to walk in Thy fear, DEATH AND HEAVEN. 223 1 1L" Psalm lv. 6. L.M. WATTS.* IFE is the time to serve the Lord,— 2 Life is the hour that God hath given 3 There is no pardon we may crave 4 Then, what my thoughts design to do, 224 1 1 Cor. xv. 20. S.M. WATTS.* YOON must this body die,-- Soon must these active limbs of mine |