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4 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine ; And every shape and every face Be heavenly and divine. 5 These lively hopes we owe, Lord, to thy dying love : O may we bless thy grace below, And sing thy power above ! 6 Saviour, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues. HYMN 722. l. m. The Shoitness of Time, and Frailty of Man 1 A LMIGHTY Maker of my frame, Teach me the measure of my days, Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remnant to thy praise. 2 My days are shorter than a span ; A little point my life appears : How frail, at best, is dying man ! How vain are all his hopes and fears ! ObJ Time, Death, and 3 Vain his ambition, noise, and show; Vain are the cares which rack his mind He heaps up treasures mix'd with woe, And dies, and leaves them all behind. 4 O be a nobler portion mine ! My God, I bow before thy throne : Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, And fix my hope on thee alone. HYMN 723. 7's Sf 6's. " / am in a strait betwixt two." 1 TTAPPY who in Jesus live ; A -■ But happier still are they Who to God their spirits give, And 'scape from earth away : Lord, thou read'st the panting heart ; Lord, thou hear'st the praying sigh ; O 'tis better to depart, 'Tis better far to die ! 2 Yet, if so thy will ordain, For our companions' good, Let us in the flesh remain, And meekly bear the load : When we have our grief fill'd up, When we all our work have done, Late partakers of our hope, And sharers of thy throne. 3 To thy wise and gracious will We quietly submit, Waiting for redemption still, But waiting at thy feet ; When thou wilt the blessing give. Call us up thy face to see ; Only let thy servants live, And let us die, to Thee. the future State. 00«3 HYMN 724. p. m. Funeral Hymn. 1 TTOSANNA to God -■- ■■ In his highest abode ; All heaven be join'd, To extol the Redeemer and Friend of mankind He claims all our praise,