1 HYMN 154. C. M. The Ministerial office. 1 LET Zion's watchmen all awake, And take th' alarm they give; 2 'Tis not a cause of small import But what might fill an angel's heart- 3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord For souls, which must forever live, 4 May they that Jesus, whom they preach, HYMN 155. L. M. Prayer for a sick Minister. THOU, before whose gracious throne, We bow our suppliant spirits down; Avert thy swift descending stroke, Nor smite the shepherd of the flock. 2 Restore him, sinking to the grave; Stretch out thine arm, make haste to save; Back to our hopes and wishes give, And bid our friend and father live. 3 Bound to each soul by tend'rest ties, In every breast his image lies: Thy pitying aid, O God, impart, Nor rend him from each bleeding heart. 4 Yet, if our supplications fail, 1 And pray'rs and tears cannot prevail; HYMN 156. C. M. Comfort under the loss of Ministers. HAT-tho' the arm of conq'ring death, WH What-tho' the Prophet and the Priest 2 Tho' earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The watchful eye in darkness clos'd, 3 Th' Eternal Shepherd still survives, His eye still guides us, and his voice 4 Then let our drooping hearts revive, 1 Why should those eyes be drown'd in grief, Which view a Saviour nigh! Seasons of Human Life. Importance of the season of Youth. In the morn of life, when youth 1O, With vital ardor glows, And shines in all the fairest charms 2 Deep in thy soul, before its pow'rs 3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud And cares and toils, in endless round, 4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age, 5 True wisdom, early sought and gain'd, 1 O, then improve the morn of life, HYMN 158. S. M. Youth the morning of Life. WEET is the time of Spring, The birds with ceaseless pleasure sing, And hail the op'ning year. 2 But sweeter far the spring Of wisdom, and of grace, When children bless, and praise their King, Who loves the youthfu race. 3 Sweet is the dawn of day, When light just streaks the sky, When shades and darkness pass away, And morning beams are nigh. 4 But sweeter far the dawn Of piety in youth; When doubt and darkness are withdrawn, Before the light of truth. 5 Sweet is the early dew, Which gilds the mountain tops; And decks each plant, and flow'r we view, 6 But sweeter far the scene, On Zion's holy hill; When there the dew of youth is seen, 9 O, may life's early SPRING, 1 And MORNING, ere they flee, HYMN 159. L. M. Youth Warned. Yard by the voice of heav'nly truth, Now yield to Christ your youthful prime, With all your talents and your time. VE lovely bands of blooming youth, 2 Think on your end-nor thoughtless say, "I'll put far off the evil day;' Ah! not a moment's in your pow'r, And death stands ready at the door. 3 Eternity!-how near it rolls! Count the vast value of your souls! Beware! and count the awful cost, What they have gain'd whose souls are lost. 4 Pride, sinful pleasures, lusts and snares, Beset your hearts, your eyes, your earsTake the alarm-the danger fly! Lord, save me, be your earnest cry. 1 HYMN 160. C. M. Middle age. AND have I measur'd half my days, And half my journey run, Nor tasted the Redeemer's grace, 2 The morning of my life is past; The night of death approaches fast, 3 O Thou who seest and know'st my grief, 1 HYMN 161. Old Age. C. M. ETERNAL God! enthron'd on high! Whom angel hosts adore ; Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh, 2 Oh, guide me down the steep of age, 3 My flying years time urges on, My friends, my young companions, gone, 4 Ah! No-then soothe the mortal hour, 1 Life and Death. HYMN 162. C. M. Sickness sweetened." W This trembling house of clay, HEN languor and disease invade "Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend Sweet to look upward to the place 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name 4 Sweet to reflect, how grace divine, Sweet to remember, that his blood, 34 5 Sweet in his righteousness to stand, 7 Sweet in the confidence of faith, 8 If such the sweetness of the streams, 1 Where saints and angels draw their bliss, HYMN 163. S. M. Issues of Life and Death. H, where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul ! "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; "Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears Unmeasur'd by the flight of years- 4 There is a death whose pang Teach us that death to shun :- 6 Here would we end our quest— The life of perfect love-the rest HYMN 164. L. M. The living and the dead. 1 WHERE are the dead ?— In heav'n or hell Their disembodied spirits dwell; Their perish'd forms in bonds of clay, |