Elgin. Wantage. Martyr's.
1 Cor. vii. 29.
1 THE time is short! the season near,
When death will us remove
To leave our friends, however dear,
And all we fondly love.
2 The time is short! sinners, beware,
Nor trifle time away;
The word of great salvation hear,
While it is call'd to-day.
3 The time is short! ye rebels, now
To Christ the Lord submit ;
To mercy's golden sceptre bow,
Ard fall at Jesus' feet.
4 The time is short! ye saints rejoice-
The Lord will quickly come
Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice,
To call you to your home.
5 The time is short! it swiftly flies-
The hour is just at hand,
When we shall mount above the skies,
And reach the wish'd for land.
6 The time is short!--the moment near,
When we shall dwell above;
And be for ever happy there,
With Jesus, whom we love.
Elgin. Standish. Aldridge.
Ps. xc. 5, 9.
1 THE mighty flood, that rolls along
Its torrents to the main,
The waters lost can ne'er recall,
From that abyss again.
2 The days, the years, the ages dark,
Descending down to night,
Can never, never be redeem'd,
Back to the gates of light.
3 Where are our Fathers ?-Whither gone The mighty men of old!`
The patriarchs, prophets, princes, kings,
In sacred books enroll'd?-
4 Gone to the resting place of man,
His long, his silent home;
Where ages past have gone before,
Where future ages come!
HYMN 578. 8s.
Lambeth. Uxbridge.
Job xvi. 22. xvii. 1, 11.
1 I WAIT a few sorrowful years,
And then I no longer shall mourn,
But flee from the valley of tears,
A way I shall never return;
My days are all vanish'd away,
Broke off the designs of my heart,
No longer on earth I delay,
Or linger as loath to depart.
2 My days are extinguish'd and gone-
My time as a shadow is fled,
And gladly I lay myself down
To rest with the peaceable dead:
The dead ever-living attend,
Whose dust is all safe in the tomb,
And many a glorified friend
Is ready to welcome me home.
1 ETERNITY is just at hand!—
And shall I waste my ebbing sand;
And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?
2 But an eternity there is
Of endless wo, or endless bliss;
And swift as time fulfils its round,
We to eternity are bound.
3 What countless millions of mankind Have left this fleeting world behind! They're gone! but where?-ah, pause and see,
Gone to a long eternity.
4 Sinner! canst thou for ever dwell
In all the fiery deeps of hell;
And is death nothing, then, to thee;
Death, and a dread eternity?
HYMN 580. C. P. M. C. Wesley.
Penitent. Pilgrim. Woods.
1 LO! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Yet how insensible!
A point of time-a moment's space-
Removes me to yon heav'nly place,
Or-shuts me up in hell!
2 O God, my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtless heart,
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me, ere it be too late-
Wake me to righteousness.
3 Before me place, in bright array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou with clouds shalt come,
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?
4 Be this my one great business here,
With holy trembling, holy fear,
To make my calling sure!
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure!
1 THE winter past, reviving flowers
Anew shall paint the plain;
The wood's shall hear the voice of Spring,
And flourish green again.
2 Shall man depart this earthly scene,
Ah! never to return!-
No second Spring of life revive
The ashes of the urn!—
3 Shall life revisit dying worms,
And spread the insect's wing?
And oh shall man awake no more,
The Saviour's name to sing?
4 Cease-all ye vain desponding fears;
When Christ from darkness sprang,
Death, the last foe, was captive led,
And heav'n with praises rang.
5 The trump shall sound;-the gates of death
Shall make his children way;
From the cold tomb the slumb❜rers spring, And shine in endless day.'
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