The Frailty and Shortness of Life. Ps. 90. 1 LORD, what a feeble piece Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis, 2 Alas! the brittle clay That built our body first! 3 Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay; . Just like a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away. 4 Well, if our days must fly, WATTS. We'll keep their end in sight; 5 They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea; Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore 1 HOW short and hasty is our life! 2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, Just like a story or a song WATTS. 3 God from on high invites us home; 4 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace, 471 C. M. J. Q. ADAMS. The Hour-Glass. 1 ALAS! how swift the moments fly! How flash the years along! Scarce here, yet gone already by, The burden of a song. See childhood, youth, and manhood, pass, And age, with furrowed brow; Time was Time shall be drain the glass But where in Time is now? 2 Time is the measure but of change; The past, the future, fill the range Where, then, is now? In realms above, With God's atoning Lamb, In regions of eternal love, Where sits enthroned I AM 3 Then, pilgrim, let thy joys and tears But henceforth all thy hopes and fears 472 L. M. J. TAYLOR. True Length of Life. 1 LIKE shadows gliding o'er the plain, Or clouds that roll successive on, Man's busy generations pass, And while we gaze, their forms are gone. 2 "He lived, he died;" behold the sum, The abstract of the historian's page! Alike, in God's all-seeing eye, The infant's day, the patriarch's age. 3 O Father, in whose mighty hand 4 To crowd the narrow span of life With wise designs and virtuous deeds; So shall we wake from death's dark night To share the glory that succeeds. The Uncertainty of Life. 1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine, 2 The present moment flies, O, make thy servants truly wise, 3 One thing demands our care; DODDRIDGE Lest, slighted once, the season fair Should never be renewed. 4 To Jesus may we fly, Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young, golden beams should die WATTS. 474 C. M. Frailty of Life. 1 THEE we adore, Eternal Name, And humbly own to thee HUMAN LIFE. 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, 3 The year rolls round, and steals away 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around 5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 475 C. M. Vanity of Life. J. NEWTON. 1 THE evils that beset our path 2 If we to-day sweet peace possess, 3 Disease and pain invade our health, And oft, when least expected, wealth |