1103. C. M. 1. CHAMPION of Jesus!-man of God, Thy path of thorns hath now been trod, Is rising on thy soul! 2. Champion of Jesus! on that breast Oh! to be one, through life and death, 1104, C. M. 1. In vain our fancy strives to paint 2. One gentle sigh his fetters breaks; 3. We strive, but all our efforts fail 4. Yet though we see them not-we know Saints are supremely blest; Are freed from sin, and care, and woe, 5. On harps of gold His name they praise, 1105. C. M. NEWTON. 1. SWIFT as the arrow cuts its way Through the soft yielding air; Or as the sun's more subtle ray, Or lightning's sudden glare; 2. Or as an eagle to the prey, Or shuttle through the loom, 3. Like airy bubbles, lo! we rise, From infancy to age, Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home, 2. Thither, his raptured thought ascends Eternal joys to share; There, his adoring spirit bends, 3. From earth his freed affections rise, Where all his hope of glory lies-- 4. There, too, may we our treasure place 5. Henceforth, our conversation be, MONTGOMERY. 1. AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes, 2. On all the wings of time it flies, Each moment brings it near; 3. Not many years their round shall run, Ere all its glories stand revealed 4. Ye wheels of nature, speed your course; Ye mortal powers, decay; Fast as ye bring the night of death, 1113. C. M. DODDRIDGE. 1. ALL nature dies, and lives again; 3. Our eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth's soft cheek decay; And fate descend in sudden night On manhood's middle day. AXMINSTER. L. C. M.* Or 8s & 4s. 3 1. A-las! how poor and lit-tle worth Are all those glittering toys of earth, That lure Dreams of a sleep that death must break : A - las! before it bids us wake, They dis 9: 1 us here! 1. 01 SWEET as verual dews that fill When evening clouds draw thither- Live peacefully together! 2. The children, like the lily flowers, 3. But leaves the greenest will decay, When autumn winds are sweeping. 4. Yet leaves again will clothe the trees, And lilies wave beneath the breeze, When spring comes smiling hither: And friends, who parted at the tomb, May yet renew their loveliest bloom, And meet in heaven together! 1120. L. C. M. 1. THE songs of Zion oft impart, 2. O Thou, that fill'st the heavenly throne, 'Tis not in melody alone To set the spirit free: Without the breathings of Thy love, 3. But if Thy Spirit, gracious Lord, |