3 Beyond those crystal vaults, And all their sparkling balls; They 're but the porches to thy courts, And paintings on thy walls. 4 Vain world, farewell to you; I bid my friends a short adieu, 470 1 By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the breath beneath the hill 2 Lo, such the child whose early feet By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage! 5 O Thou, who giv'st us life and breath, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, L. M. 609. E. TAYLOR. "Remember thy Creator." 1 TRULY the light of morn is sweet, But, cheerful though the hours may fleet, 2 Rejoice, O child of mortal birth! 3 And O remember, ere the day, Him first and last, who gave them all! C. M. 610. SALISBURY COL. "Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth.” IN the soft season of thy youth, Remember thy Creator, God; 3 He shall defend and guide thy course Till thou art landed on the shore 4 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose The path of heavenly truth; The earth affords no lovelier sight C. M. 611. Early Piety. EPISCOPAL COL. 1 O, IN the morn of life, when youth And shines in all the fairest charms 2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers 3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud And cares and toils, in endless round, 4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age, And sadly muse on former joys, 5 True wisdom, early sought and gained, L. M. 612. L. E. LANDON. Feed my Lambs! 1 WHILE yet the youthful spirit bears 2 Then is the time for faith and love 3 The world will come with care and crime, 4 The infant prayer, the infant hymn, 5 The infant hymn is heard again, We turn to all we loved before. 434 |