506. Winter. L. M. SEE, how rude winter's icy handoć Has stripp'd the trees, and seal'd the ground! Butspring shall soon his rage withstand, And spread new beauties all around. 2 My soul a sharper winter mourns; Barren and fruitless I remain; When will the gentle spring return, And bid my graces grow again? 3 JESUS, my glorious sun, arise; "Tis thine the frozen heart to move; O hush these storms, and clear my And let me fully know thy love. [skies, 4 O LORD, regard my feeble cry, I faint and droop till thou appear; Wilt thou permit thy plant to die? Must it be winter all the year? 5 Be still, my soul, and wait his hour, With humble prayer and patient faith; Till he reveal his gracious power, Repose on what his promise saith. 6 He, by whose all-commanding word Seasons their changing course maintain, In every change a pledge affords, That none shall seek his face in vain. in beso zu qui yds beory? zej do bhow nabuoy of tilgisi? LIFE AND DEATH, 507 The Vanity of Life. 8—7—7. What is your life? it is even a vapour, that appeareth O my soul, why wish to stay? 3 [Joyful crowds his throne surrounding, Ye know not what shall be on the morrow. JAM, iv. 14 TO-MORROW, LORD, is thine, 02 Lodg'd in thy sov'reign hand; And if its sun arise and shine, It shines by thy command. 2 The present moment flies, And bears our life away: O make thy servants truly wise, That they may live to-day. 3 Since on this fleeting hour Waken, by thine Almighty power, 4 One thing demands their care, 5 O let the word of truth And cry in every careless ear, 509. Preparation for Death. S.M. Now he that hath wrought us for the self-same thing is PREPARE me, O my GoD," Thy Spirit must the work perform, 2 In CHRIST'S obedience clothe, 3 My soul for refuge flies 4 Do thou my sins subdue, Thy sov'reign love make known; 5 Let me attest thy pow'r, 510. Triumph over Death through Christ. 87-4. I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plague; O grave, I will be thy destruction.-HOSEA xiii. 14. GUIDE me, O thou great JEHOVAH! Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open thou the living fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery cloudy pillar wel 91T Lead ine all my journey through; Strong deliv'rer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; [ Triumphs give and consolation; Land me safe on Canaan's side: Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. 1 LORD, I long to be with thee. of 511. Victory over Death, C. M.!! O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to GOD, which giveth us the victory through our LORD JESUS CHRIST. 1 COR. XV. 55, &c. O FOR an overcoming faith To cheer my dying hours, To triumph o'er the monster death, of! 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, |