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2 So fast eternity comes on,
And that important day,

When all that mortal life has done
God's judgment shall survey.

3 Waken, O God, my careless heart
Its great concern to see,

That I may act the Christian's part,
And give the year to Thee.

4 So shall their course more grateful roll,
If future years arise;

Or this shall bear my happy soul
To joy that never dies.

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,
They are gone from all below;
We a little longer wait,

But how little, none can know.

30 how fast our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream!
Lord, to heaven our spirits raise !
All on earth is but a dream.

4 Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew:
Teach us, henceforth, how to live,
With eternity in view.

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5 Guide the young, and warn the old;
Fill us with a Saviour's love;

And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with Thee above!

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HARVEST.

PRAISE to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous Source of every joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ !
2 For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the joy which harvests bring,
Grateful praises now we sing.
3 All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her overflowing stores :
4 These, O Lord, to Thee we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow:
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows, and solemn praise.

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FOUNTAIN of merey, God of love,

How rich Thy bounties are!

The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim Thy constant care.

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2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine, The plants in beauty grew;

Thou gav'st the summer's sun to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;

A kindly harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless Thy gracious sway;
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter, fails.

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END OF THE YEAR.

GOD! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!

2 Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure,
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

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3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

4 A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;

They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

6 O God! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;

Be Thou our guard while life shall last,
And our eternal home!

FUNERAL.

SAVIOUR of the faithful dead!

With whom Thy servants dwell,

Though cold and green the turf is spread
Above their narrow cell,—

2 No more we cling to mortal clay,
We doubt and fear no more;
Nor shrink to tread the dreary way
Which Thou hast trod before.

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3 When, soon or late, this feeble breath
No more to Thee shall pray,

Support me through the vale of death,
And in the darksome way!

4 When clothed in fleshly weeds again,
I wait Thy dread decree,
Judge of the world! remember then
That Thou hast died for me!

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ENEATH our feet, and o'er our head,
Is equal warning given:

Beneath us lie the countless dead,

Above us is the heaven.

2 Their names are graven on the stone;
Their bones are in the clay;
And ere another day is gone,
Ourselves may be as they.

3 Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower;

Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour.

4 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know;
Where'er thy feet can tread,

The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead.

5 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given;

The bones that underneath thee lie,
Shall live for hell or heaven.

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