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3 Thus far thine arm hath led us on;
Thus far we make thy mercy known;
New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore,
Would raise one sacred anthem more;
Unceasing strains of grateful love. 359
And humbly own to Thee,
What dying worms are we!
As months and days increase;
Leaves but the number less.]
The breath that first it gave;
We're travelling to the grave.
Hang everlasting things!
Upon life's feeble strings!
5 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on every breath;
Upon the brink of death!
To walk this dang’rous road;
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;
Revolve by thine unvaried law.
Steady and strong the current flows;
The boundless ocean whence it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men
Before the rapid stream are borne
4 Yet, while the shore on either side
Presents a gaudy, flatt'ring show,
Nor think to what a world we go.
To know the price of every hour,
Rom. xiii, 11-14. 1 Pet. iv, 7.
And lift your voices high!
Which brings salvation nigh!
Each moment brings it near;
Gladly each closing year.
Few future mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes,
4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course!
Ye mortal powers, decay!
Ye bring eternal day.
L. M. Praise for the mercies of the revolving year.
Ps. Ixv, 11.
Praise shall our hearts and lips employ,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole;
Darkness by Thee to veil the skies. 3 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
With morning light, and evening shade: 4 Here in thy house let incense rise,
As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes,
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,
God's judgment shall survey.
Its great concern to see;
And give the year to Thee.
If future years arise;
To joy that never dies. 364
With blessing crowns the op’ning year;