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4 The vengeance to your follies due
5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes
480. Prayer of a Youth. S. M.
1 With humble heart and tongue,
2 Make an unguarded youth
3 My heart, to folly prone,
4. Oh, let thy word of grace
SEASONS OF THE YEAR.
481. The New-Year. T's.
1 While with ceaseless course the Sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Fix'd in an eternal state,
We a little longer wait,
2. As the winged arrow flies
3. Thanks for mercies past receive,
Bless thy word to young and old,
May we dwell with thee above.
482. The Opening Year. L. M.
1 Great God, we sing thy mighty hand,
1 Come, let us anew Our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear; His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve By the patience of hope and the labor of love.
2 Our life is a dream; Our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away; And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. The arrow is flown, The moment is gone, The millenial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity sho
3 Oh, that each in the day Of his coming may say, “I have fought my way through, [do!" “I have finish'd the work thou didst give” O that each from his Lord May receive the glad word, “Well and faithfully done, "Enter into my joy and sit down on myth” m
,484. The Seasons. L. M.
1 Eternal Source of every joy; Well may thy praise our lips employ; While in thy temple we appear To hail thee, Sovereign of the year. 2 The flowery spring, at thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land; The summer rays with vigor shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 3 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters, soften’d by thy care, No more the face of horror wear. 4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days Demand successive songs of praise; And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and evening shade. * –- Doddridge 485. Autumn. 8, 7. 1 See the leaves around us falling, Dry and wither'd, to the ground; Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, In a sad and solemn sound: 2 “Sons of Adam (once in Eden, “Where, like us, he blighted fell) “Hear the lessons we are reading, “'Tis, alas! the truth we tell: