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4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course!
Ye mortal powers, decay!
Ye bring eternal day.
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.
Demand successive songs of praise;
With morning light, and evening shade:
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;
2 How many kindred souls are fled
To swell the millions of the dead,
Through his last yearly course has run! 3 We yet survive; but who can say,
Or through the year, or month, or day,
Thus far at least in league with death? 4 That breath is thine, eternal God!
'Tis thine to fix our soul's abode;
On earth, or in the world unknown. 5 To Thee our spirits we resign;
Make them and own them still as thine;
Though death should blast the rising year. 365
D.7's. Life but a dream.
Ps. xc, 9.
Hasted through the former year,
Never more to meet us here:
They have done with all below;
But how little none can know,
2 As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find;
Darts, and leaves, no trace behird;
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
All below is but a dream.
Pardon of our sins renew;
With eternity in view:
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
May we dwell with Thee above. 366
By which supported still we stand:
Let mercy crown it till the close.
Still we are guarded by our God;
3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future, all to us unknown,
And peaceful leave before thy feet. 4 In scenes exalted or depressid,
Thou art our joy, and Thou our rest;
Adored through all our changing days. 5 When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our theme throughout eternity. 367
C.M. A new year's song of praise.
Isa, xlvi, 3, 4,
Let mortal voices sound;
And brings the seasons round.
Our Father and our Friend;
In genial streams descend.
In every age, we see;
So let our praises be.