527.

The Vanity of Man.

1. TEACH me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame;

I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

2. A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flower and prime.

3. What should I wish, or wait for then,
From creatures, earth, and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.

4. Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all.

528. The Death of a young Person.

1. WHEN blooming youth is snatched away By death's resistless hand,

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2. While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O, may this truth, impressed
With awful power, "I, too, must die,"
Sink deep in every breast.

3. Let this vain world engage no more; Behold the opening tomb;

It bids us seize the present hour:
To-morrow death may come.

4. O, let us fly-to Jesus fly,

Whose powerful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave.

529. Human Frailty; or, the closing Year. 1. THEE we adore, eternal Name,

And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we.

2. The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath at first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're traveling to the grave.

3. Great God! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things-
Th' eternal state of all the dead,
Upon life's feeble strings.

4. Infinite joy or endless woe

Attends on every breath!
And yet how unconcerned we go,
Upon the brink of death!

5. Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road:
And if our souls be hurried hence,
May they be found with God.

533.

The Moment after Death.

1. In vain the fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,
The glories that surround a saint
When yielding up his breath.

2. One gentle sigh the bondage breaks; We scarce can say he's gone, Before the willing spirit takes

Its mansion near the throne.

3. Faith strives, but all its efforts fail
To trace the spirit's flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil
Which hides the world of light.

4. Thus much, and 'tis enough to know,
Saints are completely blest;
Have done with sin, and care, and woe,
And with their Saviour rest.

5. On harps of gold they praise his name, And see him face to face;

Oh let us catch the heavenly flame,
And live in his embrace!

1. PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet,
A guilty rebel lies;

And upwards to thy mercy-seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2. Let not thy justice frown me hence:
Oh! stay the vengeful storm:
Forbid it, that Omnipotence
Should crush a feeble worm.

3. If tears of sorrow could suffice

To pay the debt I owe,

Tears should from both my weeping eyes Iq In ceaseless currents flow.

4. But no such sacrifice I plead

To expiate my guilt;

No tears, but those which thou hast shed,
No blood, but thou hast spilt.

5. Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord,
And all my sins forgive;

Then Justice will approve the word
That bids the sinner live.

535. Pardon and Sanctification in Christ.

1. How sad our state by nature is!

Our sin-how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

2. But there's a voice of sovereign grace, Sounds from the sacred word;—

"Ho! ye despairing sinners! come, And trust upon the Lord."

3. My soul obeys th' Almighty call,
And runs to this relief;

I would believe thy promise, Lord!
Oh! help my unbelief.

4. To the dear fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God! I fly;

Here let me wash my spotted soul
From stains of deepest dye.

5. A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall;

Low at thy feet ashamed I fall,

And hide this wretched face.

2. Oh! while I breathe to thee, my Lord! The penitential sigh,

Confirm the kind, forgiving word,
With pity in thine eye.

3. Then shall the mourner, at thy feet,
Rejoice to seek thy face;

And grateful own-how kind, how sweet,

Thy condescending grace.

537. The Necessity of renewing Grace. 1. How helpless guilty nature lies,

Unconscious of its load!

The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.

2. Can aught, beneath a power divine,
The stubborn will subdue-?
"Tis thine, eternal Spirit! thine,
To form the heart anew.

3. 'Tis thine, the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall
From reason's darkened eyes;-

4. To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live;

A beam of heaven-a vital ray,
'Tis thine alone to give.

5. Oh! change these-wretched hearts of
And give them life divine; [ours,
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord! be thine.

538.

God the Sovereign Ruler.

1. GOD is a King of power unknown,
Firm are the orders of his throne,
If he resolve, who dares oppose,
Or ask him why, or what he does!

2. He wounds the heart, or makes it whole,
He calms the tempest of the soul;
When he shuts up in long despair,
Who can remove the heavy bar?

3. He frowns, and darkness veils the moon,
The fainting sun grows dim at noon,
The pillars of heaven's starry roof
Tremble and start at his reproof.

4. He gave the vaulted heaven its form,
His voice can raise the angry storm,
He swells the billows with his breath,
And whelms the sons of pride in death!

5. These are a portion of his ways;

But who shall dare describe his face?
Who can endure his light, or stand
Beneath the thunders of his hand?

539. The Operations of the Holy Spirit. 1. ETERNAL Spirit! we confess,

And sing, the wonders of thy grace: Thy power conveys our blessings down, From God the Father, and the Son.

songs,

High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

5. Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to

move.

541. The Value of Christ and his Right

eousness.

1. No more-my God! I boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before,

To trust the merits of thy Son. 2. Now, for the love I bear his name, What was my gain, I count my loss; My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to his cross. 3. Yes, and I must, and will, esteem

All things but loss for Jesus' sake; Oh! may my soul be found in him, And of his righteousness partake. 4. The best obedience of my hands

Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.

542. Prayer for the World's Conversion. 1. O SPIRIT of the living God!

In all thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.

2. Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above,
Where'er the joyful sound is heard.
3. O Spirit of the Lord! prepare

A sinful world their God to meet: Breathe thou abroad, like morning air, Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 4. Baptize the nations; far and nigh The triumphs of the cross record; The name of Jesus glorify,

Till every kindred call him-Lord.

The flaming heavens together roll;
And, louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the
dead.

3. Oh! on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be thou, O God, the sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

544. Praise to God for his Greatness and Mercy.

1. To God, the great, the ever-blessed, Let songs of honor be addressed; His mercy firm for ever stands;

Give him the thanks his love demands. 2. Who knows the wonders of thy ways? Who shall fulfill thy boundless praise? Blest are the souls that fear thee still, And pay their duty to thy will. 3. Remember what thy mercy did For Jacob's race, thy chosen seed; And, with the same salvation, bless The meanest suppliant of thy grace. 4. Oh! may I see thy tribes rejoice, And aid their triumphs with my voice: This is my glory, Lord! to be Joined to thy saints, and near to thee.

1. Now I resolve, with all my heart,
With all my powers, to serve the Lord;
Nor from his ways will I depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.

2. O, be this service all my joy!

Around let my example shine; Till others love the blest employ,

And join in labors so divine. 3. Be this the purpose of my soul,

My solemn, my determined choice, To yield to his supreme control,

And in his kind commands rejoice. 4. O may I never faint or tire,

Nor wandering leave his sacred ways; Great God! accept my soul's desire,

And give me strength to live thy praise.

Doxology.

To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.