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3 Thus far thine arm hath led us on;

Thus far we make thy mercy known;
And, while we tread this desert land,

New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore,

Would raise one sacred anthem more;
Then sing, in brighter courts above,

Unceasing strains of grateful love. 359

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Travellers to the grave.
Job vii, 6. Ps. xc, 12. Isa. xxxviii, 12.
1 THEE we adore, Eternal Name!

And humbly own to Thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame!

What dying worms are we!
2[Our wasting lives grow shorter still,

As months and days increase;
And every beating pulse we tell

Leaves but the number less.]
3 The year rolls round, and steals away

The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,

We're travelling to the grave.
4 Great God! on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal state of all the dead

Upon life's feeble strings!

5 Infinite joy, or endless woe,

Attends on every breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go

Upon the brink of death!
6 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense

To walk this dang’rous road;
And, if our souls be hurried hence,

May they be found with God!


L. M. The current of time gliding onwards to eternity.

Job xiv, 10-12. Ps. xc, 4-6. Eph. v, 16. 1 God of eternity! from Thee

Did infant time his being draw;
Moments, and days, and months, and years,

Revolve by thine unvaried law.
2 Silent and slow they glide away;

Steady and strong the current flows;
Lost in eternity's wide sea-

The boundless ocean whence it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men

Before the rapid stream are borne
On to that fathomless abyss,
Whence not one soul can e'er return.

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4 Yet, while the shore on either side

Presents a gaudy, flatt'ring show,
We gaze in fond amazement lost,

Nor think to what a world we go.
5 Great Source of wisdom! teach my heart

To know the price of every hour,
That time may bear me on to joys
Beyond its measure and its pow'r.


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Welcome eternal day.

Rom. xiii, 11-14. 1 Pet. iv, 7.
1 SERVANTS of God! awake! arise !

And lift your voices high!
Praise and adore that boundless love,

Which brings salvation nigh!
2 Swift on the wings of time it flies,

Each moment brings it near;
Then gladly view each closing day,

Gladly each closing year.
3 For few indeed their round shall run,

Few future mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand reveal'd

To our admiring eyes,

4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course!

Ye mortal powers, decay!
Fast as ye bring the night of death,

Ye bring eternal day.


L. M. Praise for the mercies of the revolving year.

Ps. Ixv, 11.
1 ETERNAL Source of every joy!

Praise shall our hearts and lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,

Thy hand supports and guides the whole;
The sun is taught by Thee to rise;

Darkness by Thee to veil the skies. 3 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,

Demand successive songs of praise;
Oh! be the grateful homage paid,

With morning light, and evening shade: 4 Here in thy house let incense rise,

As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those glorious realms we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.


C. M. Preparation for eternity.

Job xvi, 22. Ps. xxxix, 4. 1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds

Of the revolving year! How swift the weeks complete their rounds!

How short the months appear! 2 So fast eternity comes on,

And that important day,
When all that mortal life has done

God's judgment shall survey.
3 Waken, O God! my trifling heart

Its great concern to see;
That I may act the Christian's part,

And give the year to Thee.
4 So shall their course more grateful roll,

If future years arise;
Or this shall bear my happy soul

To joy that never dies. 364

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Uncertainty of Life.
Prov. xxvii, 1. Isa. xxviii, 15. Zech. 1, 5.
1 God of our life! thy constant care

With blessing crowns the op’ning year;
This transient state Thou dost prolong,
And wake anew our annual song.

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