16th Century. sounds; the graves re-store The dead which they con-tained be-fore: Pre-pare, my soul, to meet him. be the sin-ner's stay? How shall he meet that dread-ful day, How shall he meet that dread-ful day, MELODY. Broad is the road that leads to death, And thou-sands walk to 23 BROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. "Deny thyself, and take thy cross," The fearful soul, that tires and faints, Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new: Which hypocrites could ne'er attain; Which false apostates never knew. 24 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, Life is the hour that God has given The day of grace, and mortals may gether there; -8. AT anchor laid, remote from home, Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, 30 LIKE shadows gliding o'er the plain, And while we gaze, their forms are gone. "He lived, he died;" behold the sum, The abstract of the historian's page! Alike in God's all-seeing eye Thou, thou must breathe th' auspicious gale. The infant's day, the patriarch's age. |