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Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense,
3. Yet nature may have leave to speak, And plead before her God,
Lest the o'erburden'd heart should break Beneath thine heavy rod.
4. These mournful groans and flowing tears
5. Is not some smiling hour at hand
Hymn 416. c. M.
OV'REIGN of life, I own thy hand
2. To thee in my distress I cried,
3. Unfold, ye gates of righteousness,
4. Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand
Hymn 417. c. M.
STOOP down, my thoughts, that use to rise,
Think how a gasping mortal lies
2. His quiv'ring lips hang feebly down,
3. But O the soul that never dies!
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
4. Up to the courts where angels dwell,
5. And must my body faint and die?
6. Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand,
Hymn 418. c. M
•DEATH cannot make our souls afraid,
If God be with us there;
We may walk thro' its darkest shade,
2. I could renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid;
And run, if I were call'd to go,
3. Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
4. Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms
And lose my life amidst the charms
Hymn 419. c. M.
1. LORD, at thy temple we appear,
And hope to meet our Saviour here ;
2. With what divine and vast delight
3. "Now I can leave this world, he cried,.
"I've seen thy great salvation, Lord,
4. "This is the light prepar'd to shine
5. Jesus! the vision of thy face,
Hath over-pow'ring charms!
Hymn 420. c. M.
ARK! from the tombs a doleful sound,
H My ears attend the cry :
"Ye living men, come view the ground,
2. "Princes, this clay must be your bed,
3. Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb,,
4. Grant us the pow'r of quick'ning grace,,
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,.,
Hymn 421. c. M.
The rich fool surprised. Luke xii. 16-22.
Bliss! the fair flow'r of paradise,
On earth can never grow.
2. See how the foolish wretch is pleas'd,
Too scanty now he finds his barns,
3. "What shall I do?" distrest, be cries: "This scheme will I pursue:
"My scanty barns shall now come down,
"Here will I lay my fruits, and bid
5. Scarce had he spoke, when lo! from heav'n Th' Almighty made reply:
"For whom dost thou provide, thou fool? "This night thyself shall die." 6. Teach me, O God, all earthly joys Are but an empty dream: And may I seek my bliss alone, In thee the good Supreme.
Hymn 422. c. M.
THERE is a land of pure delight,
2. There everlasting spring abides,
4. But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,
And linger, shiv'ring on the brink,
3. Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
And see the Canaan that we love,
6. Could we but climb where Moses stood, i And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Hymn 423. c. M.
1. LORD, 'tis an infinite delight
To see thy lovely