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2 And now, in age and grief, thy Name Doth still my languid heart inflame,
And bow my falt'ring knee: 0, yet this bosom feels the fire; This trembling hand and drooping lyre
Have yet a strain for thee!
Thy goodness, tried so long;
Into a seraph's song. 673
I soon shall lay this body down;
O may I put thine image on. 2 Saviour ! thy meek and lowly mind
Be to thine aged servant given; And glad I'll drop this tent, to find
My everlasting home in heaven. 674
5th P. M. 4 lines 7s.
The dying believer.
Soar, thou native of the skies-
4 Burst thy shackles; drop thy clay,
40th P. M. The dying Christian to his soul. VITAL spark of heavenly flame,
Quit, О quit this mortal frame. Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. 2 Hark! they whisper: angels say, Sister spirit, come away
- What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath? Tell me, iny soul, can this be death?
3 The world recedes : it disappears ; Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears
With sounds seraphic ring. Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly! O grave, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?
THE SCRIPTURES. 676
The sacred leaves unfold;
Our raptured eyes behold.
Directs our doubtful feet; Here promises of heavenly love
Our ardent wishes meet. 3 Our num'rous griefs are here redress’d,
And all our wants supplied : Naught we can ask to make us blest
Is in this book denied.
That so enrich the mind,
Assured that we shall find. 677
What endless glory shines;
For these celestial lines. 2 Here may the wretched sons of wan
Exhaustless riches find;
And lasting as the mind.
3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast; Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste. 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around; And life, and everlasting joys,
Attend the blissful sound.
Our ever dear delight;
And still increasing light.
Be thou forever near;
And view the Saviour there.
C. M Light and glory of the sacred page. HAT glory gilds the sacred page !
Majestic, like the sun, It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none. 2 The power that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat ; Its truths upon the nations rise :
They rise, but never set.
For such a bright display,
With beams of heavenly day. 4 Our souls rejoicingly pursue
The steps of Him we love, lill glory break upon our view
In brighter worlds above.
Let us thine influence prove;-
Fountain of life and love. 2 Come, Holy Ghost, for moved by thee
The prophets wrote and spoke : Unlock the truth, thyself the key;
Unseal the sacred book. 3 Expand thy wings, Celestial Dove;
Brood o'er our nature's night; On our disorder'd spirits move,
And let there now be light. 4 God, through himself, we then shall know,
If thou within us shine;
The depths of love divine. 680
We live, and move, and breathe;
, And cheer thy sons beneath. 2 While in thy word we search for thee,
(We search with trembling awe ;) Open our eyes, and let us see
The wonders of thy law. 3 Now let our darkness comprehend
The light that shines so clear ; Now the revealing Spirit send,
And give us ears to hear. 4 Before us make thy goodness pass,
Which here by faith we know; Let us in Jesus see thy face,
And die to all below.