46 Dear Saviour! to thy cross... Ting'd with thy blood, it shall ascendi 7 My life I would anew Devote, O LORD, to thee; And in thy service I would spend 495 L. M. Madan's 107. Ulverston 179. An Evening Hymn. 1 GREAT GOD! to thee my evening song With humble gratitude I raise: O let thy mercy tune my tongue, And fill my heart with lively praise. 2 My days unclouded as they pass, And every gentle rolling hour, Are monuments of wondrous grace, And witness to thy love and power. 3 And yet this thoughtless wretched heart, Too oft regardless of thy love, Ungrateful, can from thee depart, And, fond of trifles, vainly rove. 4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of JESUS; his dear name alone I plead for pardon, gracious GoD! And kind acceptance at thy throne. 5 Let this blest hope mine eye-lids close, With sleep refresh my feeble frame Sa.e in thy care may I repose. T And wake with praises to thy name.. 496 L. M.! Magdalene 214. Ailie Street 241. An Evening Hymn. 1 GLORY to thee, my Gon! this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, KING of KINGS! Beneath thy own Almighty wings." 2 Forgive dear Son, Ourhat, with the world, myself, and thee, Ob 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread I The grave as little as my bed; ch? Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful days all lik 4. O let my soul on thee repose, na oril 77 2 5 If in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply: No powers of darkness me molest. Praise God, &cbiddad Boy, to eBP, KEN! 497 C. M. Irish 17]. Great Milton 212. An Evening Hymn. 1 NOW from the altar of our hearts Let flames of love arise; 20 och Marks!I Assist us, LORD! to offer up Our evening sacrifice. 2 Minutes and mercies multiply'd Have made up all this day; Minutes came quick, but More swift and free than they. gonty to gold you soon! 3 New time, new favour, and new joys Do a new song, requires you vodi guT Till we should praise thee as we would Accept our heart's desire. T 4 LORD of our days! whose hand hath set THE SEASONS OF THE: YEAR. 498 CM. Michael's 119, Evans's 190. On the Spring, -quoia I 219 I 1 THE icy chains that bound the earth Are now dissolv'd and gone? Wak'd by the sun, the blooming spring! Puts his new livery on. In a cute 5 in 2 Where awful desolation reign'd Bless'd plenty rears her head; Exulting with a smile to see. Her late destroyer fled. 3 Teeming with 16. Protracts e, th' advancing sun ni?! the falling day; Grand light of heaven! he seems to wish Short is his nightly course, and soon 5 My soul, in every scene admire Behold the Gop in every plant, in! In every opening flower, 6 Yet in his word, the GoD of grace The wonders of redeeming love 7 With warmest beams, thou GOD of grace, Shine on this heart of mine Turn thou my winter into SPRING, NEEDHAM 499 S. M. Mansfield 154. Finsbury 155. The return of Spring celebrated. 1 FROM winter's barren clodsyst From winter's joyless waste, The spring in sudden youth appears L & 2.04 How balmy is the air!quel vorodent O 3 Great Gop, at thy command IR H3#མ? ། and love in concert reign Thro' earth, and seas, and skies. 4 The With While grass for kine, and herbs and corn 0339 01 20 azid oT 5 But greater still the gift Of thine incarnate Son; By him forgiveness, peace, and joy, zil 500 C. M. Braintree 25. Foster 96. Salem 139. 1' BEHOLD! long-wish'd-for Spring is come, How alter'd is the scene The trees and shrubs are dress'd in bloom, i 2 Where'er we tread, the clust ring flowers The birds with joint ha harmonious powers yil ə Invite our hearts to sing The tow 3 But, ah! in vain I strive to join, rods OnA I feel 'tis winter still, within, .16.5 906 4.0 would my Saviour, from on high, No creature then more blest than Iyong A 5 LORD, let thy word my liopes revives And overcome my foes; 1 O make my languid graces thrive, mle 1 501 C. M. Abridge 201. Bangor 231. THE Gay verdure, foliage, blooms, and flowers, 2 But soon canst thou in righteous wrath 3 The sun, thy minister of love, Calls forth the t hidden scenes to birth," And spreads their beauties round; 4 At the dread order of his GOD Hills,plains, and vales, are parch'd with drought, 5 Like burnish'd brass, the heaven around. In angry terror burns, While the earth lies a joyless waste, And into iron turns. 6 Pity us, LORD, in our distress, Bid the avenging skies relent, DR. GIBBONS. 502 C. M. Ann's 58. Worksop 31. [ On a Year of threatening Rain. 1 HOW hast thou, LORD, from year to year, ̧! Our land with plenty crownid! And generous fruit and golden grain su 6.09 |