Old age, with all her dismal train, Invades your golden years With sighs, and groans, and raging pain, And death, that never spares. What will ye do when light departs, And leaves your withering eyes Without one beam to cheer your hearts, From the superior skies? How will you meet God's frowning brow, While nature's old supporters bow, Can you expect your feeble arms The silver bands of nature burst, The flesh goes down to mix with dust, Laden with guilt (a heavy load!) Uncleans'd, and unforgiven, To be shut out from heaven. SUN, MOON, AND STARS, PRAISE YE THE LORD. FAIREST of all the lights above, Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres, And with unwearied swiftness move, To form the circles of our years; Praise the Creator of the skies, Thou reigning beauty of the night, Arise, and to that Sovereign Power, Ye twinkling stars, who gild the skies Proclaim the glories of your Lord, Thou heaven of heavens, supremely bright, The Godhead condescends to shine. Praise thou thy great Inhabitant, O God of glory, God of love, THE WELCOME MESSENGER. LORD, when we see a saint of thine How could we e'en contend to lay Our souls are rising on the wing, To venture in his place, For when grim Death has lost his sting, He has an angel's face. Jesus, then purge my crimes away, 'Tis guilt creates my fears, 'Tis guilt gives death its fierce array, And all the arms it bears. Oh! if my threatening sins were gone, And Death had lost his sting, I could invite the angel on, And chide his lazy wing. Away these interposing days, I'd leap at once my seventy years, And lose my breath, and all my cares, Joyful, I'd lay this body down, SINCERE PRAISE. ALMIGHTY Maker, God! How wondrous is thy name! Thy glories how diffus'd abroad Through the creation's frame! Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways to express In native white and red The rose and lily stand, And, free from pride, their beauties spread, To show thy skilful hand. The lark mounts up the sky, With unambitious song, And bears her Maker's praise on high, Upon her artless tongue. |