2 Yet let the sons of grace revive; 3 The seeds of ecstasy unknown 5 Then shall the trembling mourner come, 494 L. M. The narrow Way. COWPER. 1 WHAT thousands never knew the road! 2 A thousand ways in ruin end; One only leads to joys on high; By that my willing steps ascend, Pleased with a journey to the sky. 3 No more I ask or hope to find Delight or happiness below; Sorrow may well possess the mind That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. 4 The joy that fades is not for me; 495 L. M. DODDRIDGE. The Wisdom of redeeming Time. 1 GOD of eternity, from thee Did infant Time his being draw; Moments and days, and inonths and years, 2 Silent and slow they glide away; The boundless gulf, from whence it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men Before the rapid stream are borne On to that everlasting home, Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4 Yet while the shore, on either side, 5 Great Source of wisdom, teach my heart 391 496 SECTION II. DEATH. C. M. LOGAN. Frailty and Mortality of Man. 1 ALL nature dies, and lives again; The trees that crown the mountain's brow, 2 Resign the honors of their form And leave the naked, leafless plain A desolated waste. 3 Yet, soon reviving, plants and flowers The woods shall hear the voice of spring, 4 But man forsakes this earthly scene, 5 The mighty flood that rolls along 6 And man, when laid in lonesome grave, 497 C. M. Man's Mortality. BISHOP HEBER. 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 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know; The earth rings hollow from below, 5 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply The bones that underneath thee lie 393 498 C. M. SCOTCH PARAPHRASES. The Peace of the Grave. Job iii. 17-20. 1 HOW still and peaceful is the grave! Where, life's vain tumults past, The appointed house, by Heaven's decree, 2 The wicked there from troubling cease; 3 There rest the prisoners, now released No more they hear the oppressor's voice, 4 There servants, masters, small and great, And there, in peace, the ashes mix 5 All, levelled by the hand of death, Till God in judgment calls them forth, 499 S. M. DODDRIDGE. Reflections on the State of our Fathers. 1 HOW swift the torrent rolls, That bears us to the sea! The tide that bears our thoughtless souls To vast eternity! |