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HE rolling year, almighty LORD!
Obeys thy pow'rful nod:

Each feafon, as it filent moves,
Deciares the present GOD.

2. Wak'd by thy voice, out fteps the Spring In living green new dreft;

On hills, in vales, thro' fields and groves Thy beauties ftand confeft.

3. The fun calls forth the Summer months, Nor do the hours delay;

The fruits with varied colours glow
Beneath his ripening ray.

4. In Autumn, LORD, thy bounty fhines,
And fpreads a common feaft;
He that regards his fav'rite man,
Will not neglect the beast..

5. When Winter rears her hoary head,
And fhews her furrow'd brow,

In ftorms and tempefts, frofts and fnows, How aweful, LORD, art thou! 6. The rolling year, almighty LORD! Obeys thy pow'rful nod; Each feafon, as it filent moves, Declares the prefent God.

"How came they to the happy feats "Of everlasting day?"

2. From tort'ring pains to endless joys

On fiery wheels they rode

And ftrangely wash'd their raiment white
In JEsu's dying blood.

3. Now they approach a spotless God,
-And bow before his throne;
Their warbling harps and facred fongs
Adore the holy one.

4. The unveil'd glories of his face,
Amongst his faints refide;
While the rich treasure of his grace
Sees all their wants fupply'd.

5. Tormenting thirft fhall leave their fouls, And hunger flee as fast:

The fruit of life's immortal tree
Shall be their fweet repaft.

6. The LAMB fhall lead his heavenly flock, Where living fountains life;

And love divine fhall wipe away
The forrows of their eyes.

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§ CCCXVIII. The Language of Nature.
HE fpacious firmament on high,
With all the blue etherial sky,
And fpangled heav'ns, a fhining frame!
Their great original proclaim:

2. Th' unweary'd fun, from day to day,
Does his CREATOR's pow'r difplay;
And publishes to ev'ry land,
The work of an almighty hand.

3. Soon as the ev'ning fhades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous, tale;
And nightly to the lift'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth.

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4. Whilst all the ftars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5. What tho' in folemn filence, all

Move round the dark terreftrial ball? What tho' nor real voice nor found Amid their radiant orbs be' found? 6. In reafon's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever finging as they fhine, "The hand that made us, is divine.” CCCXIX. Chrift and the Levitical Priesthood.

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HE true Meffiah now appears,

1. The types are all withdrawn ;

So fly the fhadows and the ftars
Before the rifing dawn.

2. No fmoaking fweets, nor bleeding lambs,
Nor kid, nor bullock flain;
Incense and fpice, of coftly names,

Would all be burnt in vain.

3. Aaron must lay his robes away,

His mitre and his veft;

When GOD himfelf comes down to be
The Offring and the Priest.

4. He took our mortal flesh to fhew
The wonders of His love;
For us He paid his life below,
And prays for us above.

5." Father, He cries, forgive their fins,
"For I myself have dy'd;"
And then He fhews his open'd veins,
And pleads his wounded fide.

CCCXX. For the Morning.
HE veil of night is now withdrawn,
And day falutes our eyes;

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Fatigu'd and spent, we laid us down;
Refresh'd and hail we rife.

2. Safe-guarded by th' almighty arm,
Securely we have flept;

Whilt He, who never fleeps, from harm
Our fenfelefs bodies kept

3. Our bufy thought, in languid dream,
Juft liv'd or dy'd in fleep;
Whilft ev'ry fenfe, and ev'ry limb
Lay bound in flumbers deep.

4. But kindling day reviv'd the flame,
And rous'd our fleeping pow'rs;
Recov'ring thought fhook off the dream,
And marks the paffing hours.
Tir'd faculties awake repair'd;
Loft vigour life regains:

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Thus we're for daily work prepar'd,
And thus forget our pains.

6. Come then let's early Thanks repay
To Him who never fleeps:

He fhades the night He gilds the day;
Our sleeping duft he keeps.

7. Let's live to Him whofe quick'ning Voice A dying life prolongs;

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As daily He renews our joys,

Let us repeat our fongs.

CCCXXI. CHRIST appearing to his Church.

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HE voice of my beloved founds
Over the rocks and rifing grounds;
O'er hills of guilt and feas of grief,
He leaps, He flies to my relief.

2. Now thro' the vale of flesh, I fee
With eyes of love He looks at me;
Now, in the Gofpel's cleareft glafs,
He fhews the beauties of his face.

3. Gently

Gently He draws my heart along, Both with his beauties and his tongue; "Rife, faith my LORD, make hafte away, "No mortal joys are worth thy stay. "The Jewish wintry ftate is gone, "The mifts are fled, the fpring comes on "The facred turtle-Dove we hear, Proclaim the new, the joyful year. ¡." Th' immortal vine of heavenly root, "Bloffoms and buds, and gives her fruit." Lo, we are come to taste the wine; Our fouls rejoice and blefs the vine!

5. And when we hear our JESUS fav, "Rife up, my love, make hafte away?" Our hearts would fain outfly the wind, And leave all earthly loves behind.

CCCXXII. The Power of the Gospel.

HIS is the word of truth and love,

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Sent to the nations from above; JEHOVAH here refolves to fhew What his Almighty Grace can do. This remedy did wisdom find, To heal difeafes of the mind, This fov'reign balm, whofe virtues can Reftore the ruin'd creature, man. 3. The Gofpel bids the dead revive, Sinners obey the voice, and live; Dry bones are rais'd and cloth'd afresh, And hearts of ftone are turn'd to flesh. 4. Where fatan reign'd in fhades of night. The Gospel ftrikes a heav'nly light; Our lutts its wond'rous pow'r controuls, And calms the rage of angry fouls.] [5. Lions and beafts of savage name Put on the nature of the Lamb

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While the wild world efteems it ftrange Gaze, and admire, and hate the change.] 6. May but this grace my foul renew,

Let finners gaze and hate me too;
The word that faves me does engage
A fure defence from all their rage.

CCCXXIII. Defiring Wifdom and Sincerity. HOU God of wisdom, make me wife, of life to know;

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Thy Chrift to my enlight'ned eyes
In all his glories fhew.

O let his love enkindle mine,
And all my foul fubdue!
Make me to him myself refign,
And form me all anew!

And whilst I bear a Saviour's name
Let me obey his laws;

Nor ever my profeffion fhame,

Or once defert his caufe.

4. If I am right, O teach my heart
Still in the right to stay !

If I am wrong, thy grace impart,
To find that better way!

5. What confcience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do;

This teach me more than hell to fhun,

That more than heav'n purfue!

6. Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious difcontent,
At ought thy wifdoin hath deny'd,
Or ought thy goodnefs lent!
7. Thus may I hope, tho' once undone,
To be reftor'd again;

Thy juft and dreadful wrath to fhun,
And heav'nly life obtain.

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~HOU very paschal LA MB,
Whole blood for us was shed ;
Thro' whom we out of Egypt came;
Thy ranfom'd people lead!

Angel of Gofpel-grace,
Fulfil thy character,

To guard and feed the chofen race,
In Ifrael's camp appear!
Throughout the defart-way
Conduct us by thy light;
Be thou a cooling cloud by day,
A cheering fire by night.

Our fainting fouls sustain
With bleffings from above;
And ever on thy people rain
The manna of thy Love.

↑ CCCXXV, Seeking the Paftures. HOU whom my foul admires above

All earthly joy and earthly love,
Tell me, dear SHEPHERD, let me know,
Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow?
2. Where is the fhadow of that rock,

That from the fun defends thy flock?
Fain would I feed among thy theep,
Among them reft, among them fleep.
3. Why should thy Bride
appear like one
That turns afide to paths unknown?
My conftant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.

[4. The footsteps of thy flock I fee:
Thy fweeteft paftures here they be ;
A wond'rous feast thy love prepares,

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HRICE happy faints who dwell above,
In God's immediate fight:

With everlasting love they glow,
And fhine divinely bright.

2. In endless fongs and extacies,

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They one long fabbath keep:
Pleas'd and triumphant in their work,
They never tire nor sleep.

3. Often GoD's day to us returns,
And fheds its quick'ning beams:
And yet how flow devotion burns,
How languid are its flames!
Heav'n is the proper world of praise;
Why must I still keep thence?
Why, oh my foul foloth to rife,
And to be gone from hence?
5. There I fhall breathe in purer air,
With heav'nly luftre fhine
There I in high feraphic ftrains,
With angels fhali combine.

6. There I fhall never tire nor reft;' ́
But found immortal lays;
Keep confort with the heav'nly choir,
And live and breathe in praife.
7. Increase, O LORD, my faith and hope;
And fit me to afcend;

Where the affembly ne'er breaks up,
The fabbath ne'er will end.

CCCXXVII. An Evening Hymn.

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HUS far the LORD has led me on,

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And ev'ry ev'ning shall make known Some freth memorial of his grace. 2. Much of my time has run to waite, And I perhaps am near my home; But He forgives my follies patt, He gives me ftrength for days to come. 3. I lay my body down to fleep, Peace is the pillow for my While well appointed angels keep Their watchful ftations round iny bed. In vain the fons of earth or hell Tell me a thousand frightful things; My God in fafety makes me dwell Beneath the shadow of his wings. [5. Faith in his name forbids my fear : O may Thy prefence ne'er depart! And in the morning make me hear The love and kindness of Thy heart!

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6. Thus when the night of death fhall come, My flesh fhall reit beneath the ground; And wait Thy voice to roufe my tomb, With fweet falvation in the found.]

$ CCCXXVIII. God dwells with the humble and Penitent.

TH HUS faith the high and lofty one, "I fit upon my holy throne, "My name is GOD, I dwell on high, "Dwell in my own eternity:

2. "But I defcend to worlds below, "On earth I have a manfion 100; "The humble fpirit and contrite "Is an abode of my delight.

3." The humble foul my words revive, "I bid the mourning finner live,