78 1 2 So fast eternity comes on, When all that mortal life has done 3 Waken, O God, my careless heart That I may act the Christian's part, 4 So shall their course more grateful roll, Or this shall bear my happy soul WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here. 2 Fixed in their eternal state, But how little, none can know. 30 how fast our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream! 4 Thanks for mercies past receive, 7s. 5 Guide the young, and warn the old; And when life's short tale is told, 79 1 80 HARVEST. PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; 1 FOUNTAIN of merey, God of love, How rich Thy bounties are! The rolling seasons, as they move, 7s. C. M. 2 When in the bosom of the earth Thy goodness marked its secret birth, 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine, The plants in beauty grew; Thou gav'st the summer's sun to shine, 4 These various mercies from above A kindly harvest crowns Thy love, 5 We own and bless Thy gracious sway; 81 1 END OF THE YEAR. GOD! our help in ages past, 2 Under the shadow of Thy throne C. M. 82 3 Before the hills in order stood, 4 A thousand ages in Thy sight Short as the watch that ends the night, 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, They fly forgotten, as a dream 6 O God! our help in ages past, Be Thou our guard while life shall last, FUNERAL. SAVIOUR of the faithful dead! With whom Thy servants dwell, Though cold and green the turf is spread 2 No more we cling to mortal clay, C. M. 83 3 When, soon or late, this feeble breath Support me through the vale of death, 4 When clothed in fleshly weeds again, 1 B ENEATH our feet, and o'er our head, Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven. 2 Their names are graven on the stone; 3 Death rides on every passing breeze, Each season has its own disease, 4 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know; The earth rings hollow from below, 5 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply The bones that underneath thee lie, C. M. |