1 SOFTLY now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
LORD, I would commune with thee!
2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Naught escapes, without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,.
Open fault, and secret sin.
3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall for ever pass away;
Then, fiom sin and sorrow free,
Take me, LORD, to dwell with thee.
4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity;
Then, from thine eternal throne,
JESUS, look with pitying eye.

4 His smiles and his comforts abound, His grace, as the dew, shall descend,

And walls of salvation surround
The soul he delights to defend.

X. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE
HYMN 174. С. М.

Renouncing the World.

1 LET worldly minds the world pursue,
It has no charms for me;
Once I admired its follies too,
But grace has set me free.

2 Those follies now no longer please,
No more delight afford;
Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have known the LORD.
3 As by the light of opening day
The stars are all conceal'd,
So earthly pleasures fade away
When JESUs is reveal'd.

4 Creatures no more divide my choice,
I bid them all depart;
His name, and love, and gracious voice
Shall tix my roving heart.

5 Now, LORD, I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee;
Yet worthless still, myself I own,
Thy worth is all my plea.

HYMN 175. L..M.

Not ashamed of CHRIST.

1 JESUS! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!
2 Ashamed of JESUS! sooner far
Let night disown each radiant star;
'"T is midnight with my soul, till he,
Bright morning Star, bid darkness flee.

3 Ashamed of JESUS! O, as soon
Let morning blush to own the sun;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

4 Ashamed of JESUS! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend-
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

5 Ashamed of JESUS! empty pride;
I'll boast a Saviour crucified;
And, O, may this my portion be,
My Saviour not ashamed of me!
S. M.

HYMN 176.

Prayer for Christian Graces.

1 JESUS, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'st my prayers
Give me on thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

2 I want a sober mind,

A self-renouncing will,

That tramples down and casts behind,

The baits of pleasing ill:
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss;
Ready to take up and sustain
The consecrated cross.

3 I want a godly fear,

A quick, discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,
And arm'd with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
4 I want a heart to pray,

To pray and never cease,
Never to murmur at thy stay,
Or wish my suff'rings less;
This blessing, above all,
Always to pray I want,
Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.

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5 I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,
Unmoved by threat'ning or reward,
To thee and thy great name;
A jealous, just concern
For thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify thy grace.

6 I rest upon thy word,

The promise is for me:
My succor and salvation, LORD,
Shall surely come from thee;
But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect love.

HYMN 177. III. 3.
Prayer for Guidance.

1 GUIDE me, O thou great JEHOVAH,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand.
2 Open now the crystal fountains
Whence the living waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey through. 3 Feed me with the heavenly manna In this barren wilderness;

Be my sword, and shield, and banner;
Be the LORD my righteousness.
4 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.

HYMN 178. L. M.

Following the Example of CHRIST.

1 WHENE'ER the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,

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5 But, ah! how blind, how weak we are!
How frail, how apt to turn aside!
LORD, we depend upon thy care;
We ask thy Spirit for our guide.
6 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to he;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,
O Saviour, daily more like thee.

HYMN 179. S. M.
Dutics.

1 A CHARGE to keep I have,
A GOD to glorify;
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky:

2 From youth to hoary age,
My calling to fulfil:

O may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will.

3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live,
And O! thy servant, LORD, prepare
A strict account to give:
4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely;
Assured if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.

"Forgetting those things which are behind," &c. Philip. iii. 13, 14.

1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on, A heavenly race leinands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 'T is God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; 'T is his own hand presents the prize To thine uplifted eye.

4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,

And press with vigor on,

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.

Desires after renewed holiness.
10 FOR a closer walk with GOD,
A calm and heavenly frame!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the LORD?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of JESUS and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd;
How sweet their mem'ry still:
But now I feel an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with GOD;
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

HYMN 183. III. 1.
Trials.

1 'T IS my happiness below,
Not to live without the cross;
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss.

2 Trials must and will befal;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all;
This is happiness to me.
3 Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,

1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power
Be my vain wishes still'd:
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath'ring storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear,
That heart will rest on thee.

HYMN 185.

Walking with GoD.

1 SINCE I 've known a Saviour's name, And sin's strong fetters broke,

Careful without care I am,
Nor feel my easy yoke:
Joyful now my faith to show,
I find his service my reward,
All the work I do below

Is light, for such a Lord.

2 To the desert or the cell,
Let others blindly fly,
In this evil world I dwell,
Nor fear its enmity;
Here I find a house of prayer,
To which I inwardly retire;
Waiking unconcern'd in care,
And unconsumed in fire.

30 that all the world might know
Of living, LORD, to thee,
Find their heaven begun below,
And here thy goodness see;
Walk in all the works prepared
By thee to exercise their grace,
Till they gain their full reward,
And see thee face to face.

1 AS, when the weary trav'ller gains The height of some commanding hill, His heart revives, if o'er the plains

He sees his home, though distant still; 2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views By faith his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers; No more he grieves for sorrows past; Nor any future conflict fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.

4 O LORD, on thee our hopes we stay,
To lead us on to thine abode;
Assured thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labors of the road.

HYMN 187. IV. 4.

"I would not live alway." Job vii. 16. 1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the [here, way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

fears,

2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin, Temptation without, and corruption within: E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with [tears. And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent 3 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb, [gloom; Since JESUS hath lain there, I dread not its There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise [skies. To hail him in triumph descending the 4 Who, who would live alway, away from Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the And the noontide of glory ete. nally reigns: 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, [greet; Their Saviour and brethren, transported to While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the LORD is the feast of the soul!

his GOD;

bright plains,

1 FEW are thy days, and full of wo, O man, of woman born!

Thy doom is written: "Dust thou art, "To dust thou shalt return."

2 Behold the emblem of thy state In flowers that bloom and die,

Or in the shadow's fleeting form
That mocks the gazer's eye.
3 Determined are the days that fly
Successive o'er thy head;
'The number'd hour is on the wing,
That lays thee with the dead.

4 Great GOD! afflict not, in thy wrath,
The short allotted span,
That bounds the few and weary days
Of pilgrimage to man.

HYMN 189. С. М.

1 HARK! from the tombs a mournful

sound;

Mine ears attend the cry; "Ye living men, come view the ground "Where you must shortly lie. 2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your towers; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head "Must lie as low as ours."

3 Great GOD! is this our certain doom?

And are we still secure? Still walking downward to the tomb, And yet prepare no more? 4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace To raise our souls to thee, That we may view thy glorious face To all eternity.

HYMN 190.

Job xiv. 11-14.

S. M.

1 THE mighty flood that rolls Its torrents to the main, Can ne'er recal! its waters lost From that abyss again: 2 So days, and years, and time, Descending down to night, Can thenceforth never more return Back to the sphere of light: 3 And man, when in the grave, Can never quit its gloom, Until the eternal moru shall wake

The slumber of the tomb. 4 O may I find, in death, A hiding-place with GOD, Secure from wo and sin; till call'd

To share his bless'd abode!

5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait, Through toil, and care, and grief, Till my appointed course is run, And death shall bring relief

HYMN 191.

1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

2 Hark! they whisper! angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,

Drowns my spirit, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears

With sounds seraphic ring!

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory!
O death, where is thy sting!

XII. JUDGMENT.

HYMN 192. С. М.

1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker, face to face;

Oh! how shall I appear!

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought

1 GREAT GOD, what do I see and hear The end of things created! The Judge of man I see appear,

On clouds of glory seated:

The trumpet sounds; the graves restore
The dead which they contain'd before;
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.

2 The dead in CHRIST shall first arise
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet him in the skies,
With joy their LORD surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepared to meet Him.
3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing;

For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing:

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In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

Oh! how shall I appear!

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,

Who does her sins lament,

That faith in CHRIST'S

atoning blood

Shall endless wo prevent.

5 Then never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thine only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.

HYMN 193. S. M.

1 AND will the Judge descend? And must the dead arise? And not a single soul escape His all-discerning eyes? 2 And from His righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound; And through the num'rous guilty throng Spread black despair around

3 "Depart from me, accursed, "To everlasting flame,

"For rebel angels first prepared, "Where mercy never came."

4 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day:

When earth and heaven before His face

Astonish'd shrink away? 5 But, ere the trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead, Hark, from the Gospel's cheering sound, What joyful tidings spread! 6 Ye sinners, seek His grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear Fly to the shelter of his cross, And find salvation there. 7 So shall that curse remove, By which the Saviour bled; And the last awful day shall pour His blessings on your head.

The day of grace is past and gone;

All unprepared to meet Him.

1 SEEK, my soul, the narrow gate,
Enter ere it be too late;

Many ask to enter there,
When too late to offer prayer.

2 GOD from mercy's seat shall rise,
And for ever bar the skies:
Then, though sinners cry without,
He will say, "I know you not."
3 Mournfully will they exclaim;
"LORD! we have profess'd thy name;
"We have eat with thee, and heard.
"Heavenly teaching in thy word."

4 Vain, alas! will be their plea,
Workers of iniquity;
Sad their everlasting lot;
CHRIST will say, "I know you not."