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4. Yet mighty God! our fleeting days
And with the bounties of thy grace,
Hymn 402. L. M.
A lovely youth falling short of Heaven. Mark. x. 21. UST all the charms of nature then,
So hopeless to salvation prove? Can hell demand, can heav'n condemn The man whom Jesus deigns to love!— 2. The man who sought the ways of truth, Paid friends and neighbours all their due; A modest, sober, lovely youth,
Who thought he wanted nothing now.
3. But mark the change, thus spake the Lord : "Come part with earth for heav'n to-day!” The youth astonish'd at the word,
In silent sadness went his way.
4. Poor virtues, tho' he boasted so— .
Let Christ, and grace, and glory go
Must this base world be bought so dear?
Hymn 403. c. M.
W By death's resistless hand,
THEN blooming youth is snatch'd away
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
2. While pity prompts the rising sigh,
3. Let this vain world engage no more;
4. The voice of this alarming scene
Nor be the heav'nly warning vain,
5. Oh let us fly! to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;
6. Great God, thy sov'reign grace impart,
Hymn 404. L. M.
Help obtained of God, Acts. xxvi. 22. REAT God, we sing that mighty hand, By which supported still we stand: The op'ning year thy mercy shows: Let mercy crown it 'till it close. 2. By day, at night, at home, abroad, Still we are guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel led.
3. With grateful hearts the past we own ;
Hymn 405. P. M.
THE Lord of earth and sky,
Who lengthens out our trials here,
We cumber'd long the ground!
On our dead souls was found;
3. When Justice drew the sword,.
The pity of our Lord,
Cry'd, "Let it still alone!",
From God obtain❜d the grace,
Who therefore hath bestow'd
5. Then dig about our root,
Break up our fallow ground,
To thy great praise abound;
Hymn 406. г. M.
COME let us anew, our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,
And never stand still till the Master appear!
And our talents improve
By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. 2. Our life as a dream, our time as a stream Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.
I have finish'd the work thou did❜st give me to do!” O that each from his Lord, may receive the glad word,
"Well and faithfully done!
"Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne."
Hymn 407. c. M.
SING to the great Jehovah's praise!
All praise to him belongs :
Who kindly lengthens out our days,
His providence has brought us through
We all with vows and anthems new
2. Father, thy mercies past we own,
3. Our residue of days or hours,
"Till Jesus in the clouds appear
Hymn 408. c. M.
ND now, my soul, another year
I cannot long continue here,
2. Now a new scene of time begins,
Seek pardon, for thy daily sins,,
Hymn 409. c. M.
1. To praise the ever bounteous Lord';
My soul wake all thy powers: