1 596. S.M. DODDRIDGE. The shortness and uncertainty of life improved. thine, TO-MORROW, LORD, is And if its sun arise and shine, 3 Since on this winged hour 4 1 Waken by thine almighty pow'r 597. S.M. DODDRIDGE. VE servants of the LORD, Each in his office wait, - 2 Let all your lamps be bright, : 3 Watch! 3 4 1 Watch! 'tis your LORD's command; And while we speak, he's near : Mark the first signal of his hand, And ready all appear. O happy servant he, In such a posture found! 598. L.M. WATTS. LIFE is The day of mercy and hope. the time to serve the LORD. The time t' insure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The greatest sinner may return. 2 Life is the hour that God hath giv'n, 3 The living know that they must die; 4 There are no acts of pardon past 599. L. M. 5 Why was my body form'd erect, Whilst brutes bow down to earth? But that my soul should learn to know, And claim its nobler birth. 6 Author of life! my tongue shall sing The wonders of my frame: Long as I breathe, and think, and speak, I'll praise thy glorious name. 602. C.M. C.M. WATTS. The vanity of man as mortal. TEACH me the measure of my days, I would survey life's narrow space, 2 A span is all that we can boast, In all his flow'r and prime. 3 See the vain race of mortals move They rage and strive, desire and love, 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show; They toil for heirs, they know not who, 5 What should I wish or wait for, then, They 2 Ten thousand dangers lurk around, 3 Reclaim, O LORD! their wand'ring minds Amus'd by airy dreams; 4 Guide and direct them by thy word, 1 : 601. C. M. EXETER COLL. WHEN The wonderful formation of man. 2 With nicest art, in secret, GOD 4 My heaving lungs, whilst they have pow'r To fan the vital flame, 5 Why was my body form'd erect, Whilst brutes bow down to earth? 6 Author of life! my tongue shall sing 1 602. C.M. WATTS. The vanity of man as mortal. TEACH me the measure of my days, Thou maker of my frame ! 2 A span is all that we can boast, : In all his flow'r and prime. 3 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show; 5 What should I wish or wait for, then, They 1 |