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2 Fit emblem of our mortal state!
Thus, in the scripture glass, The young, the strong, the wise, the great,
May see themselves but grass.
your own: Around you look – the scythe of death
Is mowing thousands down.
We die to live again:
To everlasting pain!
That, from our sins set free,
Our souls may rise to thee.
C.M.-An abundant Harvest,
How rich thy bounties are!
Proclaim thy constant care.
The sower hid the grain,
Ånd sent the early rain. 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine;
The plants in beauty grew:
And soft, refreshing dew.
Matur'd the swelling grain;
And plenty fills the plain.
5 We own and bless thy gracious sway,
Thy hand all nature hails;
L.M.- Autumnal Hymn.
At first arose this beauteous frame,
The changing seasons speak thy name. 2 Thy bounty bids the infant year,
From winter-storms recover'd, rise;
Fresh opening to our wondering eyes. 3 O! how delightful 'tis to see
The earth in vernal beauty drest,
Thy blooming glories stand confest. 4 Aloft, full beaming, reigns the sun,
And light and genial heat conveys:
From thee derives his quickening rays. 5 Around us from the teeming field,
Spring the rich grain, or purple vine,
The strengthening bread, or cheering wine. 6 Indulgent God! from every part,
Thy plenteous blessings largely flow:
Obeys thy powerful nod :
Declares the present God.
2 Wak’d by thy voice, out steps the spring,
In living green new drest; On hills, in vales, through fields and groves,
Thy beauties stand confest.
Nor do the hours delay;
Beneath his ripening ray.
And spreads a common feast;
Will not neglect the beast.
And shews her furrow'd brow,
How awful, Lord, art thou.
Obeys thy powerful nod: Each season, as it silent moves,
Declares the present God.
How short our months appear!
The still revolving year!
While Jesus waiting stands,
With wide-extended hands.
These blessings to secure! Blessings, which through eternal
years Unwithering shall endure.
4 Beneath the word of life we die;
We starve amidst our store;
Heightens our ruin more.
Ånd make us truly wise;
Shall glorious harvests rise.
551. P.M.--“We all do fade us a Leaf.” Isa. Ixiv. 6. 1 SEE the leaves around us falling,
Dry and wither'd to the ground;
In a sad and solemn sound:
Where, like us, he blighted fell,)
Mark the awful truth we tell: 3 “ Youth, on length of days presuming,
Who the paths of pleasure tread,
Number'd now among the dead. 4 - What though yet no losses grieve you,
Gay with health and many a grace,
Summer gives to autumn place. 5 “ Yearly in our course returning,
Messengers of shortest stay,
Heaven and earth shall pass away. 6 « On the tree of life eternal,
O let all our hopes be laid ! This alone for ever vernal,
Bears a leaf that shall not fade.”
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 While as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports the steady pole:
And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 The flowery spring, at thy command,
Embalms the air, and paints the land;
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores,
No more a face of horror wear. , 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
With opening light, and evening shade. 6 Here in thy house shall incense rise,
As circling sabbaths bless our eyes;
Around thy board, and round our own. 7 O! may our more harmonious tongues,
In worlds unknown pursue the songs,
And raise your voices high;
That shews salvation nigh.