2 The light of smiles shall fill again 3 O there are days of hope and rest 4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier, 5 For God hath marked each anguished day, And heaven's long age of bliss shal! pay 8 & 4s. M. 635. Vanity of the World. S FROM THE SPANISH OF 1 ALAS! how poor and little worth Dreams of a sleep that death must break: They disappear. 2 Where is the strength that spurned decay, The strength is gone, the step is slow, 3 Our birth is but a starting-place ; There all those glittering toys are brought; 4 O let the soul its slumbers break, Life, like its glories, glides away, 1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head 2 Their names are graven on the stone, 3 Death rides on every passing breeze, Each season has its own disease, 4 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 5 Our eyes have seen the steps of age 6 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know; 7 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply To truths divinely given; The boundless fields of light on high C. M. 637. Doddridge. Near Approach of Salvation. 1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes, And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that sovereign love, 2 On all the wings of time it flies; 3 Not many years their round shall run, Not many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course; Ye mortal powers, decay; Fast as ye bring the night of death, S. M. 638. DODDRIDGE. Tracing the Steps of the Pious Dead. How swift the torrent rolls, That bears us to the sea! The tide that bears our thoughtless souls To vast eternity! 2 Our fathers, where are they, With all they call their own? Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares, And wealth and honor, gone. 3 God of our fathers! hear; Thou everlasting Friend! While we, as on life's utmost verge, Our souls to thee commend. Of all the pious dead. May we the footsteps trace, Till with them, in the land of light, L. M. 639. BARBAULD. Blessedness of the Righteous in Death. 1 How blest the righteous when he dies! 2 So fades a summer cloud away; 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; And naught disturbs that peace profound, Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell; How bright the unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell! 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies, While heaven and earth combine to say, "How blest the righteous when he dies!" "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord." 1 HEAR What the voice from heaven proclaims For all the pious dead:— Sweet is the savor of their names, 2 They sleep in Jesus, and are blessed; 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, 454 |