2 But we thy mercies have abus'd; on To more abounding crimes;

What heights, what daring heights in sin,
Mark and disgrace our times!

3 Equal, tho' awful, is the doom,

That fierce descending raine

Should into inundations swells defeariT d
And crush the rising grain!

4 How just that, in the autumn's reign,cazii o f When we had hop'd to reap, nola day of Our fields of sorrow and despair

Should lie a hideous heap!

-5 But, LORD, have mercy on our land,
Those floods of vengeance stay;
Dispel these glooms, and let the sun
Shine in unclouded day!

6 To thee alone we look for help;
None else of dew or rain"

Can give the world the smallest drop,
Or smallest drop restrain.

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THE immense, th' amazing height, The boundless grandeur of our God! Who treads the worlds beneath his feet, And sways the nations with his nod! 2 He speaks; and, lo! all nature shakes, Heaven's everlasting pillars bow; He rends the clouds with hideous cracks, And shoots his fiery arrows throfa) (kok Dnical G

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3 Well, let the nations start and fly
At the blue lightning's horrid glare,
Atheists and Emperors shrink and die,fa
When flame and noise torment the

4 Let noise and flame confound the skies.
And drown the spacious realms below,
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Yet will we sing the thunderer's praise,
And send our loud hosannas thro?, o tok
5 Celestial King! thy blazing powerin
Kindles our hearts to flaming joys,
We shout to hear thy thunders roar,
And echo to our Father's voice. on
6 Thus shall the GoD our Saviour come,
And lightnings round his chariot play;
Ye lightnings, fly to make him room;
Ye glorious storms, prepare his way.

DR. WATTS'S LYRICS.

504 C. M. Devizes 14. Evans's 190. Eythorn 313.

all saod i' Summer-an Harvest Hymn.

1 TO praise the ever-bounteous LORD arti
My soul, wake all thy powers:

He calls, and his voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours.

2 His covenant with the earth he keeps;
My tongue, his goodness sing;
Summer and winter know their time,
His harvest crowns the spring.

3 Well-pleased the toiling swains behold
The waving yellow crop;

With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.

4 Thus teach me, gracious GoD, to sow
The seeds of righteousness:

Smile on my soul, and with thy beams.
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The rip'ning harvest bless..

5 Then, in the last great harvest, I

Shall reap a glorious crop; The harvest shall by far exceed What I have sown in hope.

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6 Oh may the promis'd blissful hour, The welcome season come,

When all thy servants shall unite, de oulul al To shout the harvest homel oli lud vates

7 A joyful harvest they shall havevín amioda od A Who now in sadness sow;

And those shall live to sing above

Who wept for sin below.

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Improves the harvest hours ;

While summer lasts, thro' all her cells
The choicest stores she pours.

2 While life remains, our harvest lasts;
But youth of life's the prime;

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And this, th' accepted time.

3 To-day attend, is Wisdom's voice;

To-morrow Folly cries:

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And still to-morrow 'tis, when, oh!

To-day the sinner dies.

4 When conscience speaks, its voice regard,
And seize the tender hour;

Humbly implore the promis'd grace, D
And God will give the power.

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Harvest,

1 LONG did the patient peasants toil
And wait for plenteous crops:

Heaven on their labours deign'd to smile,
Nor would deceive their hopes.

2- Rich were the fields of waving corn
Which recompens'd their care:
And to their barns in safety borne,
Crown'd the revolving year.

3 And now their annual labours o'er,
With joy we see them come,

In triumph view their precious store,

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And hail the harvest homeslx's Cheie d'I

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We in its bounties richly share, lk, wendt be£tak And we'll the notes prolong.

5 Gon of our mercies! let each voloe M, G Unite to sound thy praise:

And Britain's utmost coasts rejoice
In thine abounding grace.

6 Since all we have to thee we owe,

May we be wholly thines BIG IDY And serve thee first in worlds below,

And then in realms divine.

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1 BRITONS, now your harvest ended, disco
All your fruits securely stor'd,wome
Come, with mirth and joy attended,
Thankful round the festive board:
Friends and neighbours, hither come,
Welcome guests at harvest homelan

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2 Cheerfulness and sober pleasure qui d'I Well become our happy isle,..

When our GoD in copious measure

Deigns to bless us with his smile:"

Let his praises fill the room,

While we keep our harvest home. AD FI•

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3 "Twas his sun, his showers, lis blessing,

Which the kindly fruits matur'd, w Tor!

And his love and care unceasing
Watch'd till it was safely stor❜d.

Else we had not hither come,

Thus to hail the harvest home.

4 From his hand all good receiving

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Ever to his glory living

Through the grace of CHRIST his Son;/

Till with all his saints we come

To his heavenly harvest home.

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Autumn, or the Fall of the Leaf We all do fade as à leaf, Isa. lxiv. 6.

1

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EE the leaves around us falling,
Dry and wither'd, to the ground; ¦
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,

In a sad and solemn sound:

2 "Youths, on length of days presuming,
Who the paths of pleasure tread,
View us, late in beauty blooming,
Number'd now among the dead.

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3 " What, though yet no losses grieve you, "Gay with health, and many a grace, Let not cloudless skies deceive you; Summer gives to Autumn place.

4 Yearly, in our course, returning,
Messengers of shortest stay, A
We proclaim the solemn warning,-
Heav'n and earth shall pass away."

5 On the tree of life eternal,

Let our highest hopes be staid!
This alone, for ever vernal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade. BP. HORNE.

506 C. M. Worksop 31. Crowle 3.&

Winter.

1 STERN winter throws his icy chains,!0 Encircling nature round;

How bleak, how comfortless the plains,
Late with gay verdure crown'd!

2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,
And light and warmth depart;

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