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All that spring, with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that lib'ral autumn pours
From its rich, o'erflowing stores;

These to thee, O God! we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these to thee we raise
Faithful vows and grateful praise.

Hymn 14. C. M.

HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help omnipotence.

When circling dangers close us round,

Thy pity sets us free,
If, in the confidence of pray'r,

Our soul takes bold on thee.

Thy mercy gladdens ev'ry soil,

Makes ev'ry region please;
The realms of endless frost it warms,

And smooths the stormy seas.

O let us then, with grateful hearts,

Thy goodness, Lord, adore 1
Atid praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly hope tor more!

The life thy gracious pow'r protects,

Thy sacrifice shall be; And death, when death must be our doom,

Shall join our souls to thee.

Hymn 17. P. M.

WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies,
The morning light salutes my eyes,
O Sun of Righteousness divine!
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.

When to heav'n's great and glorious King,
My morning sacrifice I bring,
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name;
Then, Jesus, sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.

As ev'ry day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour! till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend;
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy great example mine.

When each day's scenes and labours close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pard'ning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, Saviour, while I rest;
And, as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies!

And, at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thine heav'nly radiance shed,
To cheer and bles3 my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face, and sing thy praise.

n 18. P. M,

WHILE, by calm reflection led,
We review each passing year,
Think how many souls are fled,
Never more to meet us here.
Fix'd in an eternal state,

They have now no cares below;
We a little longer wait,

But how little, none can know.

Life, how frail! how fleeting breath!

Fate stands threat'ning still in view; And the next dread bolt of death,

May be sent to me or you. While we speak, or while we hear,

Teach us, Lord, with awe to think— Vast eternity is near,

We are standing on the brink.

As the winged arrow flies

Quick, the destin'd mark to find; As the lightning from the skies

Darts, and leaves no trace behind: So our brief and transient days,

To their end speed swiftly on; Soon we pass life's little space,

Here to-day—to-morrow gone.

Lord, our suppliant Tows receive,

Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us by thy grace to live

With eternity in view.
Bless thy word to young and old;

Fill us with a Saviour's love;
And, when life's short tale is told,

Take us to thy bliss above.

Grateful notes and numbers bring,
Christ, our Saviour's praise we sing;
Ever be thy name ador'd,
Holy, holy, holy Lord.

Hymn 22. C. M.
For the Sacrament.

TO our Redeemer's glorious name,
Awake the sacred song;
O may his love, immortal flame,
Time ev'ry heart and tongue!

His love, what mortal thought can reach?

What mortal tongue display I Imagination's utmost stretch,

In wonder dies away.

He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,

And came on earth to bleed and die;
Was ever love like this?

Dear Lord, while we adoring pay

Our humble thanks to thee, May ev'ry heart with rapture say,

"The Saviour died for me."

O may the sweet, the blissful theme,

Fill ev'ry heart and tongue,
Till strangers love thy charming name,

And join the sacred song.

Hymn 23. C. M.

For the Sacrament.

Luke xxii. 19, 20. John vi. 53—56.

WHEN Christ, our Lord, a table spreads^
And heav'nly food prepares,
Shall we, ungrateful, turn away,
Engross'd with sinful cares?

Let vain pursuits, and vain desires,

Be banish'd from the heart, The Saviour's love fill ev'ry breast,

And life and light impart.

He knew how frail our nature is,

Our souls how apt to stray,
How much we need his gracious help

To keep us in the way.

For these kind pledges of his love

His mercy did ordain,
To bring refreshment to our souls,

And faith and hope sustain.

Since such his condescending grace,

Let us with hearts sincere, Obedient to his holy will,

His table now draw near.

And, while we join to celebrate .

The sufferings of our Lord,
May we receive new strength and pow'r

To keep his holy word.

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