The time is short!-the moment near,
When we shall dwell above;
And be forever happy there,
With Jesus, whom we love.
Tits torrents to the main,
THE mighty flood, that rolls along
The waters lost can ne'er recal,
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?-
Gone to the resting place of man,
His long, his silent home;
Where ages past have gone before,
Where future ages come!
Job xvi. 22. xvii. 1, 11.
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 loth 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 glorifi'd friend
Is ready to welcome me home.
1ETERNITY 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 forever 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.
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!
HE winter past, reviving flowers
Anew shall paint the plain;
The woods 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.'
Funeral of a faithful Minister.
AR from affliction, toil, and care,
1F4Remy soul is fled;
The breathless clay shall slumber here,
Among the silent dead.
2 The gospel was his joy and song,
E'en to his latest breath;
The truth he had proclaim'd so long
Was his support in death.
3 Now he resides where Jesus is,
Above this dusky sphere;
His soul was ripen'd for that bliss,
While yet he sojourn'd here.
4 The Churches' loss we all deplore,.
And shed the falling tear;
Since we shall see his face no more,
Till Jesus shall appear.
5 But we are hasting to the tomb;
Oh, may we ready stand; ›
Then, dearest Lord, receive us home, To dwell at thy right hand.
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