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190 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, Pardon of our sins renew ; Teach us, henceforth, how to live With eternity in view ; Bless thy word to young and old, Fill us with a Saviour s love ; And when life s short tale is told, May we dwell with thee above !

TIME, with an unwearied hand, Pushes round the seasons past; And in life s frail glass the sand Sinks apace, not long to last : Many who, as you or I, The last year assembled thus, In their silent graves now lie : Graves will open soon for us.

2 Daily sin and care and strife, While the Lord prolongs our breath, Make it but a dying life, Or a kind of living death : Wretched they and most forlorn, Who no better portion know ; Better ne er to have been born, Than to have our all below.

3 When constrain d to go alone, Leaving all your love behind, Ent ring on a world unknown, What will then support your mind? AVhen the Lord his summons sends, Earthly comforts lose their power; Honour, riches, kindred, friends, Cannot cheer a dying hour.

4 Happy souls who fear the Lord! Time is not too swift for you ; When your Saviour gives the word. Glad you ll bid the world adieu: