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HYMN .CCLXXXI. C.M.
Early death. 1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour,
How soon the vapour flies! Man is a tender, transient flower,
That ev’n in blooming dies ! 2 The once lov'd form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs ; And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And wither'd all her joys.
And lo! stern winter flies!
The flowery tribes arise. 4 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time;
When what we now deplore,
And bloom to fade no more. 5 Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears,
Religion points on high;
And joys that cannot die.
HYMN CCLXXXII. C. M.
Death of a young person. 1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which sorrow must demand.
O may this truth, impress'd
Sink deep in every breast !
Behold the op'ning tomb
To-morrow, death may come. 4 The voice of this alarming scene
· May every heart obey; Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.
HYMN CCLXXXIII. S. M.
Reflections on the state of our fathers, 1 How swift the torrent rolls,
That bears us to the sea ! The tide that bears our thoughtless souls
To vast eternity! 2 Our fathers, where are they,
With all they call'd their own? Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honour-gone. 3 There, where the fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell ;
Nor other heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell.
Thou everlasting Friend!
Our souls to thee commend.
5 Of all the pious dead,
May we the footsteps trace,
We dwell before thy face.
HYMN CCLXXXIV. L. M.
On the death of a parent. 1 Though nature's voice you must obey,
Think, while your swelling griefs o'erflow,
That sov’reign hand can heal your woe. 2 And while your mournful tho'ts deplore
The parent gone, remov’d the friend !
On whom your nobler hopes depend. 3 Does he not bid his children come Through death's dark shades to realms of
light? Yet, when he calls them to their home, Shall fond survivors mourn their flight ?
4 His word-here let your soul rely
Immortal consolation gives;
Th' eternal Friend for ever lives.
On his almighty arm recline;
HYMN CCLXXXV. L. M.
On the death of a child. 1 As the sweet flower which scents the morn,
But withers in the rising day,
Thus swiftly fled its life away!
And bade it bloom for ever there. 3 It died before its infant soul
Had ever burn’d with wrong desire ;
Or ever quench'd its sacred fire. 4 It died to sin, it died to care;
But for a moment felt the rod,
HYMN CCLXXXVI. L. M.
On the dangerous sickness of a minister. 1 0 Thou, before whose gracious throne We bow our suppliant spirits down! Thou know'st the anxious cares we feel, And all our trembling lips would tell. 2 Thou only canst assuage our grief,
And give our sorrowing hearts relief;
Nor turn aside thy people's prayer. 3 Avert thy desolating stroke,
Nor smite the shepherd of the flock;
Stretch out thine arm, make haste to save. 4 Bound to each soul by tender ties,
In every heart his image lies ;
Nor rend him from each bleeding heart. 5 But if our supplications fail,
And prayers and tears cannot prevail, Be thou his strength, be thou his stay;
Support him through the gloomy way. 6 Around him may thine angels stand,
Waiting the signal of thy hand,