3 We can, O Jesus, for Thy sake, Devote our every hour to Thee: Of saints, and make our joys abound; 985 With joy upon our heads return, By Thee on eagles' wings upborne, (643) OME, let us anew, our journey pursue, And never stand still, till the Master appear. 2 His adorable will, let us gladly fufil, And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. 3 Our life is a dream; our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away; And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 4 The arrow is flown; the moment is gone : The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 5 O that each in the day of His coming may say, "I have fought my way through; I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do." 6 O that each from his Lord, may receive the glad "Well and faithfully done; [word, Enter into My joy, and sit down on My throne." 986 (644) HOW OW many kindred souls are fled To the vast regions of the dead, Since from this day the changing sun Through his last yearly course has run! 2 We yet survive,—but who can say, Or through this year, or month, or day, 'I will retain this vital breath, Thus far, at least, in league with death?' Make them and own them still as Thine; 987 2 3 (645) THE Lord of earth and sky, Who reigns, enthroned on high, Who lengthens out our trial here, We cumbered long the ground; On our dead souls was found; When justice bared the sword Cried, "Let it still alone;" The Father mild inclines His ear, 4 5 988 Jesus, Thy speaking blood, Thou didst in our behalf appear, Break up the fallow ground, To Thy great praise abound: W L.M. 6 lines. C. WESLEY. 1750. ISDOM ascribe, and might, and praise, And henceforth live and die to Him; 4 Merciful God, how shall we raise 989 SING ING to the Great Jehovah's praise ! 2 His providence hath brought us through We all with vows and anthems new, 3 Father, Thy mercies past we own, To Thee presenting, through Thy Son, 4 Our lips and lives shall gladly show 5 Our residue of days or hours 6 Till Jesus, in the clouds, appear 990 L.M. Is. xl. 31. WATTS. 1709. AWAKE, our souls away, our fears! Let every trembling thought be gone! Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on. 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God, That feeds the strength of every saint. 3 Thee, mighty God! whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young; And firm endures, while endless years 4 From Thee, the ever-flowing Spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply; We'll mount aloft to Thine abode; 991 YE E servants of the Lord, 2 Let all your lamps be bright, Gird up your loins, as in His sight, 3 Watch; 'tis your Lord's command; 4 5 992 O happy servant he, In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see, Christ shall the banquet spread And raise that favourite servant's head NATIONAL SOLEMNITIES. GOD 664,6664. J. S. DWIGHT. (1855.) YOD bless our native land, |