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SECTION I.

LIFE.

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WATTS. The Frailty and Shortness of Life. Ps. 90. 1 LORD, what a feeble piece

Is this our mortal frame !
Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis,

That scarce deserves the name! 2 Alas! the brittle clay

That built our body first !
And every month and every day

'Tis mouldering back to dust. 3 Our moments fly apace,

Nor will our minutes stay ;
Just like a flood our hasty days

Are sweeping us away.
4 Well, if our days must fly,

We'll keep their end in sight;
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,

And let them speed their flight. 5 They'll waft us sooner o'er

This life's tempestuous sea ;
Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore

Of blest eternity.

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Watts. The Shortness of Life. 1 HOW short and hasty is our life !

How vast our souls' affairs !
Yet senseless mortals vainly strive

To lavish out their years.
2 Our days run thoughtlessly along,

Without a moment's stay ;
Just like a story or a song

We pass our lives away.
3 God from on high invites us home;

But we march heedless on,
And, ever hastening to the tomb,

Stoop downwards as we run.
4 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace,

And lift our thoughts on high,
That we may end this mortal race,

And see salvation nigh.

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J. Q. Adams.

The Hour-Glass.

1 ALAS! how swift the moments fly!

How flash the years along! Scarce here, yet gone already by,

The burden of a song. See childhood, youth, and manhood, pass,

And age, with furrowed brow; Time was -Time shall be — drain the glass

But where in Time is now ?

2 Time is the measure but of change;

No present hour is found;
The past, the future, fill the range

Of Time's unceasing round.
Where, then, is now ? In realms above,

With God's atoning Lamb,
In regions of eternal love,

Where sits enthroned I AM

3 Then, pilgrim, let thy joys and tears

On Time no longer lean;
But henceforth all thy hopes and fears

From earth's affections wean:
To God let votive accents rise;

With truth, with virtue, live;
So all the bliss that Time denies

Eternity shall give.

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J. TAYLOR. True Length of Life. 1 LIKE shadows gliding o'er the plain,

Or clouds that roll successive on, Man's busy generations pass,

And while we gaze, their forms are gone. 2 " He lived,

he died ;” behold the sum, The abstract of the historian's page! Alike, in God's all-seeing eye,

The infant's day, the patriarch's age. 3 O Father, in whose mighty hand

The boundless years and ages lie, Teach us thy boon of life to prize, And use the moments as they fly;

4 To crowd the narrow span of life

With wise designs and virtuous deeds; So shall we wake from death's dark night

To share the glory that succeeds.

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DODDRIDGE. The Uncertainty of Life. 1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine,

Lodged in thy sovereign hand;
And, if its sun arise and shine,

It shines by thy command. 2 The present moment flies,

And bears our life away ;
O, make thy servants truly wise,

That they may live to-day.
3 One thing demands our care ;

O, be it still pursued,
Lest, slighted once, the season fair

Should never be renewed.
4 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light,
Lest life's young, golden beams should die

In sudden, endless night.

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WATTS.
Frailty of Life.
1 THEE we adore, Eternal Name,

And humbly own to thee
How feeble is our mortal frame,

What dying worms are we.

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