2 Remember thy Creator, God! For Him thy powers employ Make Him thy fear, thy love, thy hope, Thy confidence and joy. 3 He shall defend and guide thy youth Till thou art landed on the coast 4 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose G 494. C. M. Cowper. Youth expostulated with. RACE is a plant, where'er it grows, But fairest in the youngest shows, And yields the sweetest fruit. 2 Ye careless ones, now hear betimes, 3 For you the public prayer is made,- For you the trickling tear is shed,- 4 We pray that you may early prove The Spirit's power to teach; You cannot be too young to love That Jesus whom we preach. 495. C. M. Walls. The aged Christian's prayer and song. I have declar'd thy heavenly truth, 2 Wilt Thou forsake my hoary hairs, 3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim And leave a savour of thy name, 4 The land of silence and of death, O may these poor remains of breath, 496. C. M. Altered. Boast not thyself of to-morrow. Prov. xxvii. 1. MY soul, how solemr. is the word, Which now thine ear accosts! May I attend it, gracious Lord, Nor of to-morrow boast.' 2 Time! O how swift its moments flow! What millions have I lost! Then, let me seize the golden now, 3 Before the present day is past, 4 To-day may 1 the Saviour know, Nor let these precious moments go,-- 5 Thy sparing mercies still abound, To-day I am on mercy's ground, 497. L. M. Altered. Whither goest thou? My gracious, my almighty Lord, Let me attend thy sacred word, Nor dare delay, but answer now, This question, Whither goest thou?" 2 Is it to death, and to thy bar, To unseen worlds where spirits are, 498. L. M. Watts. Life the day of grace and hope. Eccl. ix. 4, 5, 6. 10 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, The time t' insure the great reward, And while the lamp holds out to burn, 2 Life is the hour that God has given, 3 Then what my thoughts design to do, N 499. C. M. Addison. Providential mercies reviewed. Psalm ciii 1-5 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts. 6 Through all eternity to thee DEATH. 500. C. M. Watts. Funeral Thought. HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound, Mine ears, attend the cry! Ye living men, come view the ground, 2 Great God! is this our certain doom? Still walking downwards to the tomb, 3 Grant us the power of quickening grace 501. S. M. Epis. Coll. God my Refuge in Death. MAY I find in death A hiding place with God, Secure from woe and sin, and call'd Cheer'd by this hope, I wait, 502. C. M. Steele. Death of a Youth WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 3 Let this vain world engage no more: It bids us seize the present hour: 4 The voice of this alarming scene Nor be the heavenly warning vain, |