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2 As the winged arrow flies,
Speedily the mark to find;
Darts, and leaves no trace behind;
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
All below is but a dream.
Pardon of our sins renew;
With eternity in view:
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
May we dwell with thee above.
540. P.M.- New Year. The Fig-tree. Luke xiii-6-9. 1 THE Lord of earth and sky,
The God of ages praise,
Ancient of endless days;
And spares us yet another year. 2 Barren and wither'd trees,
We cumber'd long the ground,
On our dead souls was found:
Another and another year.
To cut the fig-tree down,
Cried, “ Let it still alone.”
Jesus, thy speaking blood
From God obtained the grace,
On us a longer space:
Break up our fallow ground,
To thy great praise abound;
541. L.M. - New Year. Help obtained from God. Acts xxvi. 22. 1 GREAT God! we sing that mighty hand,
By which supported still we stand;
That mercy crowns it till it close.
Still are we guarded by our God,
By his unerring counsel led.
The future all to us unknown,
And peaceful leave before thy feet. 4 In scenes exalted or depressid,
Thou art our joy, and thou our rest;
Ador'd through all our changing days. 5 When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
542. C.M.-New Year. Reflections on our Waste of Years. Ps. xc. 9. 1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds
Of the revolving year;
How short the months appear! 2 So fast eternity comes on,
And that important day,
God's judgment shall survey. 3 Yet, like an idle tale we pass
The swift advancing year;
The speed of its career.
Its great concern to see;
And give the year to thee.
If future years arise;
To joy that never dies.
543. L.M.- New Year. The possibility of dying this Year. Jer. xxviii. 16. 1 GOD of my life, thy constant care
With blessings crowns each opening year,
And wake anew mine annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled,
To the vast regions of the dead,
Through his last yearly period run! 3 We yet survive; but who can say,
Or through the year, or month, or day,
4 That breath is thine, eternal God; 'Tis thine to fix
soul's abode; It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown. 5 To thee our spirits we resign,
Make them and own them still as thine;
L.M.- Winter and Spring.
Their revolutions to the Lord;
And winds and clouds obey his word. 2 He sends the cold, and o'er the streams,
His arms an icy mantle fling;
Restore the blessings of the spring. 3 The moon and stars, at his command,
Swiftly perform their destin'd race;
Or his mysterious footsteps trace. 4 He rules the storm by sea and land,
At his rebuke the tempest dies,
The whole extent of nature lies.
Trees and fields in bloom appear!
2 What a change has taken place!
Emblem of the spring of grace;
And each grace springs forth afresh. 3 Lord, afford a spring to me!
Let me feel like what I see;
Still I could not yield thee fruit. 4 Speak, and by thy gracious voice
Make my drooping soul rejoice;
Life to what seem'd dead before. 5 Lord, I long to be at home,
Where these changes never come!
C.M.- Hay Time. 1 THE grass and flowers which clothe the fields
And look so green and gay,
And fall, and fade away.