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48 How make mine own election sure,

And, when I fail on earth, secure

A mansion in the skies!

Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray:

Be thou my Guide, be thou my Way

To glorious happiness!

Ah, write the pardon on my heart,

And whensoe'er I hence depart,

Let me depart in peace.

HRINKING from the cold hand of death,

I too shall gather up my feet;

Shall soon resign this fleeting breath,

And die, my father's God to meet.

Number'd among thy people, I

Expect with joy thy face to see:

Because thou didst for sinners die,

Jesus, in death, remember me!

O that without a lingering groan

I may the welcome word receive;

My body with my charge lay down,

And cease at once to work and live!

HE morning flowers display their sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold,

As careless of the noontide heats,

As fearless of the evening cold.

Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast,

Parch'd by the sun's directer ray,

The momentary glories waste,

The short-lived beauties die away.

So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride of beauty shows:

Fairer than spring the colours shine,

And sweeter than the virgin rose.