1. LORD, let me know mine end,
My days, how brief their date,
That I may timely comprehend
How frail my best estate.

2. My life is but a span,

Mine age is nought with thee; Sure, in his highest honor, man Is dust and vanity.

3. Dumb at thy feet I lie,

For thou hast brought me low; Remove thy judgments, lest I die; I faint beneath thy blow.

4. At thy rebuke, the bloom

Of man's vain beauty flies; And grief shall like a moth consume All that delights our eyes.

5. Have pity on my fears,

Hearken to my request; Turn not in silence from my tears, But give the mourner rest.

6. O spare me yet, I pray,

Awhile my strength restore, Ere I am summoned hence away, And seen on earth no more.

The Mystery of Providence. [Ps. 73. iii.

1. SURE there's a righteous God,
Nor is religion vain
Though men of vice may boast aloud,
And men of grace complain.

2. I saw the wicked rise,

And felt my heart repine,

While haughty fools with scornful eyes, In robes of honor shine.

3. The tumults of my thought Held me in hard suspense,

Till to thy house my feet were brought, To learn thy justice thence.

4. Thy word with light and power
Did my mistake amend;

I viewed the sinner's life before,
But here I learned his end.

5. On what a slippery sleep

The thoughtless wretches go; And, oh! that dreadful fiery deep, That waits their fall below!

6. Lord, at thy feet I bow,

My thoughts no more repine; I call my God my portion now, And all my powers are thine.

1. LIKE sheep we went astray,

And broke the fold of God; Each wandering in a different way, But all the downward road.

2. How dreadful was the hour,

When God our wanderings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour Upon the shepherd's head!

3. How glorious was the grace,

When Christ sustained the stroke! His life and blood the shepherd pays, A ransom for the flock.

4. But God shall raise his head

O'er all the sons of men,

And make him see a numerous seed
To recompense his pain.

5. "I'll give him," saith the Lord,
"A portion with the strong;
He shall possess a large reward,
And hold his honors long."

1. IF, through unruffled seas,
Toward heaven we calmly sail,
With grateful hearts, O God, to thee,
We'll own the favoring gale.

2. But should the surges rise,

And rest delay to come,

Blest be the sorrow-kind the storm, Which drives us nearer home.

3. Soon shall our doubts and fears
All yield to thy control:

Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul.

4. Teach us, in every state,

To make thy will our own;

And when the joys of sense depart,
To live by faith alone.

On Recovery from Sickness. [Hy. 668. 1. JUST o'er the grave I hung;

No pardon met my eyes;
As blessings never greet the slain,
And hope shall never rise.

2. Sweet mercy to my soul

Revealed no charming ray; Before me rose a long, dark night, With no succeeding day.

3. I saw, beyond the tomb,

The awful Judge appear, Prepared to scan with strict account My blessings, wasted here.

4. His wrath, like flaming fire, Burned to the lowest hell; And in that hopeless world of woe He bade my spirit dwell.

5. My friends, now friends no more, At infinite remove,

Left me, to gain their rich reward,
And taste forgiving love.

6. Then to the Lord I cried,

He saved my soul from death: To him I'll give my heart and hands, And consecrate my breath.

1. RAISE your triumphant songs To an immortal tune,

3. Ne'er think the victory won,

Nor lay thine armor down; Thy arduous work will not be done, Till thou obtain thy crown.

4. Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To his divine abode.

Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.

2. Sing how eternal Love

Its chief beloved chose,

And bade him raise our wretched race
From their abyss of woes.

3. His hand no thunder bears;

No terror clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below.

4. "T was mercy filled the throne,

And wrath stood silent by,

When Christ was sent with pardon down To rebels doomed to die.

5. Now, sinners, dry your tears,

Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the scepter of his love,

And take the offered peace.

6. Lord, we obey thy call;

We lay a humble claim

To the salvation thou hast brought,
And love and praise thy name.

Rejoicing in God's Ways.
1. Now let our voices join
To form a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.

2. How straight the path appears,
How open and how fair!
No lurking gins t' entrap our feet;
No fierce destroyer there.

3. But flowers of paradise

In rich profusion spring; The sun of glory gilds the path, And dear companions sing.

4. See Salem's golden spires

[Hy. 374.

In beauteous prospect rise; And brighter crowns than mortals wear, Which sparkle through the skies.

Upon thy word of truth and power,
To keep us when we part.

2. Peace to our brethren give;
Fill all our hearts with love;
In faith and patience may we live,
And seek our rest above.

8. Through changes, bright or drear,
We would thy will pursue;
And toil to spread thy kingdom here,
Till we its glory view.

4. To God, the Only Wise,

In every age adored,

Let glory from the church arise

Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

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Worship the Father, praise the Son,

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And bless the Spirit too.