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The bounteous hand that deigns to bless The garden, field, and grove.

5 That bounteous Hand my thoughts

adore,

Beyond expression kind,

Hath better, nobler gifts in store,
To bless the craving mind.

6 O God of nature and of grace,
Thy heavenly gifts impart;
Then shall my meditation trace
Spring, blooming in my heart

7 Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song;
And love and gratitude divine
Attun my joyful song.

HYMN 104.-C. M.

Seed in different grounds.

E sons of earth, prepare the plough,

YE Brake up your fallow ground;

The sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round.

2 The seed that finds a stony soil, Shoots forth a hasty blade; But ill repays the sow'rs toil,

Soon wither'd scorch'd, and dead.

3 The thorny ground is sure to balk
All hopes of harvest there;
We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.

4 The beaten path and highway side
Receive the trust in vain;
The watchful birds the prey divide,
And pick up all the grain.

5 But where the Lord of grace and power
Has bless'd the happy field;
How plenteous is the golden store,
The deep wrought furrows yield.

6 Father of mercies, we have need Of thy preparing grace;

Let the same hand that gives the seed, Provide a fruitful place.

HYMN 105.-P. M.

The Convert.

HOW happy are they,
Who the Saviour obey,

And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue can never express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love?

2 That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favor divine

I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When at first I believ'd,

What a joy I receiv'd,
What a heaven in Jesus' pamel

3 'Twas a heaven below,

My redeemer to know.

And the angels could do nothing more,
Than to fall at his feet,

And the story repeat,
And the lover of sinners adore.

4 Jesus all the day long,

Was my joy and my song;
O that all his salvation might see;
He hath lov'd me, I cry'd,
He hath suffer'd and di'd
To redeem such a rebel as me.

5 On the wings of his love,

I was carri'd above,

All my sin, and temptation and pain;
And I could not believe

That I ever should greive,
That I ever should suffer again.

6 I then rode on the sky,
Freely justify'd I,

Nor did envy Elijah his seat,
My glad soul mounted higher,
In a chariot of fire,

And the world it was under my feet.

7 O! the rapturous height
Of that holy delight,

Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possest,

I was perfectly blest,

And was fill'd with the fullness of God.

HYMN 106.-P. M.

The fall of Babylon.

YOME brethren let us join and sing
The growing empire of our King,
Who spilt his precious blood;
His life a ransom gave for all,

That he might save our souls from thrall,
And bring us home to God.

2 He rides victorious through the land, His saints rejoice, his heralds stand,

And they aloud do call; Sinners repent, to Jesus fly, While he in mercy passes by, And offers grace to all.

3 The work of God is going on,
Souls daily flee from Babylon,
And on the Lord do call.
Old formalist with wonder gaze,
And Babel's Merchants stand amazed
To see their mother fall.

4 The wilderness doth sweetly ring With pray'rs and praises to the King, Who sits on Zion's hill,

The towns and cities hear the voice,
The sinners mourn, the saints rejoice
With praise the streets are fill'd.

5 Ride on all conquering King, ride on Thy kingdom come, thy will be done Let heaven and earth agree,

To sound aloud thy worthy fame,
"Till all our souls shall be on flame,
To rise and reign with thee.

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