The hollow winds are calling, 2 The light my path surrounding, Just gleam and shoot away, 3 The friends gone there before me Tempt sweetly to the sky : O, rise to glory, hither, 735. And find true life begin." 1 TO praise the bounteous Lord of all, He calls, and at his call come forth 2 His covenant with the earth he keeps ; Summer and winter know their time, 3 Teach us, O gracious God, to sow Shine on our souls, and with thy beams 736. C. M. Winter. STEELE. 1 STERN Winter throws his icy chains, How bleak, how comfortless, the plains, 2 The sun withholds his vital beams, 3 Return, O blissful sun, and bring This mental winter shall be spring, 5 Great Source of light, thy beams display, And guide me to the seats of day, 737. C. M. WATTS. Winter. 1 THE hoary frost, the fleecy snow, 2 When, from his dreadful stores on high, 3 God sends his word, and melts the snow; 4 The changing wind, the flying cloud, With songs and honors sounding loud, 738. S. M. MONTGOMERY. Seed-time. 1 SOW in the morn thy seed; To doubt and fear give thou no heed; 2 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, 3 Thou canst not toil in vain ; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry 4 Thence, when the glorious end, Imitation of Thompson's Hymn on the Seasons. 1 LORD of the worlds below! The rolling years In all we see Are full of thee; A God appears. FREEMAN. 2 Forth in the flowery spring, Wide flush the hills; The air is balm ; Devotion's calm 3 Then come, in robes of light, And oft thy voice In thunder rolls; But still our souls 4 In autumn, a rich feast Thy liberal care And harvest moon, At morn and noon, Our lips declare. 5 In winter, awful thou! With storms around thee cast; Beneath thy northern blast. We homage bring, While tempests lower To thee, dread King, And own thy power. 740. BARBAULD. 7s. M. The Seasons. 1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise, All that liberal Autumn pours 3 These to that dear Source we owe 741. C. M. The Blessing of Rain. WATTS 1 'T IS by thy strength the mountains stand, The sea grows calm at thy command, 2 Thy morning light and evening shade Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad, 3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours, When clouds distil in fruitful showers, 4 Those wandering cisterns in the sky, 5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill, Thy ways abound with blessings still, 742. 8s. M. Spring. 1 THE winter is over and gone, HAWES. The thrush whistles sweet on the spray, |