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Summer and winter know their time,
His harvest crowns the spring.
The waving yellow crop:
And sow again in hope.
The seeds of righteousness:
The rip’ning harvest bless.
Shall reap a glorious crop: The harvest shall by far exceed What I have sown in hope.
C. M. 604.
Leads forth the smiling year;
'Io adorn her reign, appear.
Blast all the promis'd joy, And elements await thy nod
To bless or to destroy
That from the naked ground
And spreads their beauties round; 4 At the dread order of his God,
Now darts destructive fires; [drought, Hills, plains, and vales, are parched withi
And blooming life expires.
In angry terror burns,
6 Pity us, Lord, in our distress,
Nor with our land contend; Bid the avenging skics relent, And showers of mercy send!
L. M. 605.
Autumn. Jer. viii. 20. 1 GREAT God, as seasons disappear,
And changes make the rolling year; As time, with rapid pinions flies,
May ev'ry season make us wise.
And summer shed again its rays;
No blasting winds our path assail'd. 3 Our harvest months have o'er us rollid,
And fillid our fields with waving gold;
Where are our hearts to praise the Lord? $ The solemn harvest comes apace,
The closing day of life and grace:
Around it let no iempesis low’r!
Like stars in heaven to rise and shine;
C. M. 606.
Winter. Job xxxviii. 29, 30. 1 STERN winter throws his icy chains:
Encircling nature round;
Late with gay verdure crown'd!
And drooping, lifeless nature seems
An emblem of heart.
In night's dark mantle clad;
How desolate and sad!
The soul-reviving ray;
This darkness cheerful day. 5 O happy state, divine abode,
Where spring eternal reigns;
Fills all the heavenly plains. 6 Great source of light, thy beams display,
My drooping joys restore:
Where winter chills no more.
607. (409.) L. M.
By which supportedi still we stand;
Let mercy, crown it, till it close.
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his unerring counsel led.
'The future, all to us unknown, We to thy guardian care commit,
And, peaceful, leave before thy feet. + In scenes exalted or depressid, Be thou our joy, and thou our rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adord through all our changing days. 5 When death shall interrupt our songs,
And seal in silence niortal tongues;
In better worlds our souls shall boast. 608.
L. M. (410.) Dependence on God. of our lives! thy constant care With blessings crowns each op'ning years These lives, so frail, dost thou prolong,
And wake anew our annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled
To the dark regions of the dead,
Through his last yearly course has run! 3 We yet survive: but who can say,
Or through the year, or month, or day,
Thus far at least in league with death? 4 That breath is thine, eternal God!
"Tis thine to fix the soul's abode; We hold our lives from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown. 5 To thee we all our pow'rs resign;
Make us and own us still as thine:
Though death should blast the rising year. 6 Thy children, eager to be gone,
Bid time's impetuous tide roll on,
L. M. 609. The barren Fig-tree. Luke xiii. 6—9. 1 GoDof my life, to thee belong The thankful heart, the grateful songs
Touch'd by thy love, each tuneful chord Resounds the goodness of the Lord. l'hou hast preserv'd my fleeting breath, And chas'd the gloomy shades of death; The venom'd arrows vainly fly,
When God our great Deliverer's nigh. 3 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care!
Why does thy hand so kindly rear
On which no pleasant fruits are found! 4 Still may the barren fig-tree stand!
And, cultivated by thy hand,
Meet tribute to its bounteous Lord.
Through life, and in thic arms of death
P. M. 610. New Year's Day. Luke xiii. 6th I THE Lord of earth and sky,
The God of ages praise!
Ancient of endless days;
And spares us yet another year. 2 Bairen and wither'd trees,
We cumber'l long the ground:
On our dead souls was found;
Another, and another year. 3 When justice gave the word
To cut the fig-tree down,