He is my soul's sweet Morning Star, 3 The opening heavens around me shine My soul would leave this heavy clay 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, HYMN 55. C. M. Frail life, and succeeding eternity. 1 TH How feeble is our mortal frame: 2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still, 3 The year rolls round, and steals away [b] 4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, 5 Good God, on what a slender thread Th' eternal states of all the dead 6 Infinite joy, or endless wo, 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense HYMN 56. C. M. (b) The misery of being without God in this world; or, vain prosperity. 1 NWho grow profanely great, TO! I shall envy them no more Though they increase their golden store, 2 They taste of all the joys that grow Well, they may search the creature thro', 3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, Yes, you must bow your stately head; And no kind angel near your bed, 5 Go now, and boast of all your stores → Your heaps of glit'ring dust are yours, HYMN 57. L. M. [*] The pleasures of a good conscience. 1 LORD, how secure and blast are they Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin Should storms of wrath shake earth & sea, Their minds have heaven and peace within. 2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads, Made up of innocence and love; And soft and silent as the shades, 3 [Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half so swift away ! Their souls are ever bright as noon, How oft they look to th' heavenly hills, 5 They scorn to seek our golden toys; 6 While wretched we, like worms and moles, HYMN 58. C. M. [b] The shortness of life, and the goodness of God. 1 ME! what an empty vapour 'tis, And days how swift they are! Swift as an Indian arrow flies, 2 [The present moments just appear That we can never say-they're here: 3. Our life is ever on the wing, The moment when our lives begin, 4Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days 5 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, 6 His goodness runs an endless round His mercy never knows a bound; 7 Thus we begin the lasting song; GL HYMN 59. C. M. Paradise on earth. 1LORY to God, who walks the sky, And sends his blessings through: Who tells his saints of joys on high, 2 [Glory to God, who stoops his throne, That dust and worms may see't, And brings a glimpse of glory down Around his sacred feet. 3 When Christ, with all his graces crown'd Sheds his kind beams abroad, 'Tis a young heaven on earthly ground, And glory in the bud. A blooming paradise of joy In this wild desert springs; 5 White lilies all around appear, 6 Cheerful I feast on heavenly fruit, 7 But ah! how soon my joys decay; And snatch the heavenly scene away 8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when, The shining day appear, That I shall leave these clouds of sin, 9 Up to the fields above the skies, There everlasting flowers arise, |