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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 Shoi*tness 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,