112. Aspiration for Heaven. 7 & 6's M. Amsterdam. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Towards heaven, thy native place : Time shall soon this earth remove: 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Pants to view his glorious face; 113. Heaven. C. M. Billings' Jordan. p. 11, S. S. S. B. 1 THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, 2 There everlasting spring abides, Death, like a narrow sea, divides 3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, So to the Jews old Canaan stood, And Jordan rolled between. 4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood 1 WHILE beauty clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms on the spray, And fragrance breathes in every gale, 2 How kind the influence of the skies! 3 O let my wandering heart confess, The bounteous hand that deigns to bless 4 That bounteous hand my thoughts adore, Hath sweeter, nobler gifts in store, 92 36 CLOSE OF THE YEAR. 5 Inspired to praise, I then shall join 115. Close of the Year. C. M. Stevens. Windsor. 1 AND now, my soul, another year 2 Part of my doubtful life is gone, And swift my fleeting moments run- 3 Awake, my soul! with all thy care Thy true condition learn What are thy hopes; how sure, how fair, 4 Now a new space of life begins, Seek pardon for thy former sins, 5 Devoutly yield thyself to God, With zeal pursue the heavenly road, 116. Old or New Year. L. M. Rothwell. Duke St. 1 My helper God! I bless thy name; The same thy power, thy grace the same; Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 I midst ten thousand dangers stand, 3 Thus far thy arm hath led me on,- 117. New Year. 7's M. Benevento. p. 28, S. S. S. B. 1 WHILE with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here. Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait; But how little, none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find; 94 1 DEATH OF A PUPIL. As the lightning from the skies 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, Teach us henceforth how to live, Bless thy word to young and old; 118. Death of a Pupil. c. M. 1 DEATH has been here, and borne away A brother from our side; Just in the morning of his day, 2 We cannot tell who next may fall 3 May each attend with willing feet, Stevens. |