Quit its vain fcenes without a tear, And mingle with the dead : 5 While conscience, like a faithful friend, I Shall, when all other comforts cease, CCCLI. H Common Metre. WATTS. The World a poor Exchange. OW eagerly do Men purfue And venture everlasting death 2 Neglected leave their nobler mind, 3 The pleasures that allure the sense Sweet at the first, how foon fucceeds 4 God is mine all-fufficient good, 5 In vain the world accofts my ear, T4 I cannot I I cannot buy your blifs fo dear, CCCLII. Short Metre. Scorт. The Changes of Life from God. A S various as the moon Is man's estate below; 2 The night of woe refigns 3 4 5 Yet not to fickle chance Is man's condition given: His bright and darker hours advance God measures unto all Their lot of good and ill; Nor this too great, nor that too small, All is a Father's will. Let each conform his mind To every changing state; Rejoicing now, and now refigned, And the great iffue wait. Common Common Metre. 'L' CCCLIII. IMITATED FROM WATTS. Our frail Bodies upheld by GOD. ET others on their ftrength rely, No truth more clearly meets our eye, 2 As the young flowers their leaves expand, We flourish bright and gay; A chilling blaft blows o'er the land, 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, Yet though a breath disorder brings, 4 But not our wisdom or command, 'Tis thine, O God, thy guardian hand, And thine the glory be. 5 And what thou'rt pleased to preserve But facredly thy will fubferve, I CCCLIV. Common Metre. UNKNOWN. The Leffon of human Frailty. WIFT as the feathered arrow flies, SWA Or Or as a kindling meteor dies, 2 So pafs our fleeting years away, 3 But, Lord, what mighty things depend 4 O make us truly wife to learn That we may mind our grand concern, 5 May think of death, and learn to die 6 Then may we bid our years roll on, The fooner will our fouls be gone CCCLV. Long Metre. WATTS. With Life, the Season of Preparation is gone. 'L 22 IFE is the time to ferve the Lord, The time t'enfure the great reward And while the lamp of life does burn, The finner to his God may turn. Life is the hour, which God has given To fit ourselves for him and heaven; The 3 4 5 I 2 3 The day of grace, and mortals may The living know that they must die; They reap no good from all that's done There are no acts of pardon paffed, Then what thy thoughts design to do, CCCLVI. Long Metre. DODDRIDGE. B Reflections on Death. Ehold the path, which mortals tread, Down to the regions of the dead! Nor will our fleeting moments stay, Nor can we measure back our way. Gone are my kindred and my friends, Nor other fate on me attends; Feeble as theirs my mortal frame, From vital air, from vital light, 4 O for |