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O'Religion's warning voice,
Thine it is to make us prosper,
Hymns of gratitude we raise;
His early, only choice.
Than east or west unfold;
Than gems, or stores of gold.
Immortal, happy days;
And heav'nly crowns displays.
So her rewards increase;
their silken leaves unfold;
And fearless of the evening cold.
Parched by the sun's more fervent ray,
The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shows;
4 But, worn by slowly rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,
The short-liv'd beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline. 6 Let sickness blast, and death devour,
If heav'n shall recompense our pains; Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r,
If firm the word of God remains.
1 HY mournest thou, my anxious soul,
Despairing of relief,
Or pitied not thy grief?
That firm remains on high, The everlasting throne of Him
Who made the earth and sky? 3 Art thou afraid his pow'r will fail
In sorrow's evil day?
Grow weary or decay?
The rock of ages stands;
The working of his hands.
Supports the fainting heart; And courage in the evil hour
His heav'nly aids impart.
And youthful vigour cease;
In strength shall still increase.
The path of life divine;
With growing ardour onward move,
With growing brightness shine.
On wings of faith and love;
To The praises of the sky: 2 Yet, looking down, I visit oft
The humble, hallow'd cell; ! L L
And, with the penitent who mourn,
'Tis my delight to dwell.
The sad in spirit cheers,
The contrite sinner rears.
While they on earth remain;
The budding fig-tree droop and die,
And by his grace be heal'd.
Or parch'd by scorching beam;
His mercy is supreme.
Though herds lie famish'd o'er the lea,
And round the empty stall;
There God is all in all.
Nay, triumph in his love;
Sr. John xiv. 6. tulizo
From sin and death we flee; Ľ
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
True wisdom can impart;
L! And purify the heart.
Proclaims thy conqu’ring arm,
And those who put their trust in thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.
1 Grant us that way to know,
While yet we sojourn here, į. O let us our salvation work
With trembling and with fear.
The strength is all his own.
"Tis he that works to do;
His be the glory too!
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Wake and o'er thy folly weep;
Jesus waits his light to shed.
See the bright and living path:
Watchful tread that path; be wise,
Leave thy folly, seek the skies,
From this hour redeem thy time;
Evil is the mortal day.
Call'd of Jesus, learn his will :
But now with glory crown'd.
Strive in the Christian race;
Their holy footsteps trace.
Who trod affliction's path ;
Rewarder of our faith :
And mov'd by pitying love,
And now he reigns above.
Press we, to God's right hand !
Triumphantly to stand.
Lowbat a cloud of witnesses