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Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense,
3. Yet nature may have leave to speak,
Lest the o'erburden'd heart should break
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 ev'ry chast❜ning stroke ;
And whilst I smart beneath thy rod,
2. To thee in my distress I cried,
And thou hast bow'd thine ear;
3. Unfold, ye gates of righteousness,
4. Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand
Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints Triumphant e'en in death.
Hymn 417. c. M.
TOOP down, my thoughts, that use to rise, »
Think how a gasping mortal lies
And pants away his breath.
3. His quiv'ring lips hang feebly down,
3. But O the soul that never dies!
4. Up to the courts where angels dwell,
5. And must my body faint and die?
6. Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand,
My flesh shall wait for thy command,
Hymn 418. c. M:
EATH cannot make our souls afraid,
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,
As happy Simeon came,
And hope to meet our Saviour here;
2. With what divine and vast delight
3. "Now I can leave this world, he cried,
4. "This is the light prepar'd to shine
5. Jesus! the vision of thy face,
Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,
Hymn 420. c. M.
ARK! from the tombs a doleful sound,
"Ye living men, come view the ground, "Where you must shortly lie.
2. "Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your tow'rs!
"The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head, "Must lie as low as ours.'
3. Great God! is this our certain doom?
Still walking downward to the tomb,
4. Grant us the pow'r of quick'ning grace,,
Hymn 421. c. M.
The rich fool surprised. Luke xii. 16—22,:.
1.DELUDED souls! who think to find
A solid bliss below:
Bliss! the fair flow'r of paradise,
On earth can never grow.
2. See how the foolish wretch is pleas'd,..
3. “What shall I do?" distrest, he cries :
"My scanty barns shall now come down,
4. "Here will I lay my fruits, and bid
"Eat, drink, be glad, my lasting store
5. Scarce had he spoke, when lo! from heav'n -' Th' Almighty made reply:
“For whom dost thou provide, thou fool?
6. Teach me, O God, all earthly joys
Hymn 422. c. M.
1.T Where saints immortal reign,
HERE is a land of pure delight,
Infinite day excludes the night,
3. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
4. But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,
3. Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
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.
ORD, 'tis an infinite delight