4 A few seeds scattered wide
God's hand hath multiplied:
Here thou may'st find
Christ's miracle renewed;
With self-producing food
He feeds a multitude-
He feeds mankind.

5 The God of harvest praise;
Hands, hearts, and voices raise
With one accord:
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along;
And in your harvest song

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Bless ye the Lord. Amen.

"While the earth remainethy
seed-time and harvest
shall not cease."
[HARVEST.]

I FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich Thy bounties are !
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim Thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness marked its secret birth
And sent the early rain.

3 The Spring's sweet influence was Thine,

The plants in beauty grew; Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine And mild refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;

A yellow harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone,
Thou dost on man bestow;
Let him not then forget to own
From whom his blessings flow.
6 Fountain of love! our praise is
Thine;

To Thee our songs we'll raise,
And all created nature join

In sweet, harmonious praise.

Amen

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Praise Him that He gave the rain
To mature the swelling grain;
For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure:

5 And hath bid the fruitful field
Crops of precious increase yield;
For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

6 Praise Him for our harvest store;
He hath filled the garner-floor;
For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure:

7 And for richer food than this,
Pledge of everlasting bliss;
For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

I WINTER reigneth o'er the land,
Freezing with its icy breath;
Dead and bare the tall trees stand;
All is chill and drear as death.

2 Yet it seemeth but a day

Since the summer flowers were here, Since they stacked the balmy hay, Since they reaped the golden ear.

3 Sunny days are past and gone: So the years go, speeding fast, Onward ever, each new one Swifter speeding than the last, 4 Life is waning; life is brief; Death, like winter, standeth nigh: Each one, like the falling leaf, Soon shall fade, and fall, and die.

5 But the sleeping earth shall wake,
And the flowers shall burst in bloom,
And all nature, rising, break
Glorious from its wintry tomb.

6 So, Lord, after slumber blest
Comes a bright awakening,
And our flesh in hope shall rest
Of a never-fading spring. Amen.

AND NEW.

2 A few more suns shall set

O'er these dark hills of time,

And we shall be where suns are notA far serener clime:

Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that blest day;
Oh! wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,

And we shall be where tempests cease
And surges swell no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;
Oh! wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take
my sins away.

4 A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,

A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that bright day;
Oh! wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

5 A few more Sabbaths here

Shall cheer us on our way,
And we shall reach the endless rest,
Th' eternal Sabbath-day:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that sweet day;

Oh! wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

6 'Tis but a little while

And He shall come again,

Who died that we might live, who lives
That we with Him may reign:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that glad day;

Ob wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away. Amen.

Not from trouble, loss, or care
Freedom would we claim;
This alone shall be our prayer
"Glorify Thy name!

Can a child pretend to choose
Where or how to live?
Can a father's love refuse
What is best to give?
More Thou grantest every day
Than the best can claim,
Nor withholdest aught that may
Glorify Thy name.

3 If in mercy Thou wilt spare
Joys that yet are ours,
If our future life may bear

Some few brighter flowers,
Let our glad hearts, while they sing,
Thee in all proclaim,

And, whate'er this year may bring, Glorify Thy name.

4 If we must in grief and loss
Thy behest obey,

If beneath the shadowing cross
Lies our homeward way,
We will think what Thy dear Son
Once for us became,
And repeat, till life is done,
Glorify Thy name!" Amen.

"Thou shalt guide me with Thy 514 counsel, and afterward receive me to glory."

1 AT Thy feet, our God and Father, Who hast blessed us all our days, We with grateful hearts would gather To begin the year with praise: Praise for light so brightly shining On our steps from heaven above; Praise for mercies daily twining

Round us golden cords of love. Jesus! for Thy love most tender,

On the cross for sinners shown, We would praise Thee, and surrender All our hearts to be Thine own. With so blest a Friend provided, We upon our way would go, Sure of being safely guided,

Guarded well from every foe.

3 Dark the future; let Thy light
Guide us, Bright and Morning Star:
Fierce our foes, and hard to fight;
Arm us, Saviour, for the war.

4 In our weakness and distress,
Rock of strength, be Thou our stay;
In the pathless wilderness
Be our true and living way.

5 Who of us death's awful road
In the coming year shall tread,
With Thy rod and staff, O God,
Comfort Thou his dying bed.

6 Keep us faithful; keep us pure;
Keep us evermore Thine own;
Help, oh, help us to endure;
Fit us for the promised crown.

7 So within Thy palace gate
We shall praise, on golden strings,
Thee, the only Potentate,
Lord of lords, and King of kings.
Amer