HYMN 204. L. P. M. Devotion.

Daily Duties.

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Dependence and Enjoyment. Rom. xiv. 8.-Morning or Evening.

THEN, 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.

2 When, to heaven'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 Ádvocate with God.

3 As every 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.
4 When pain transfixes every part,
And languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseased, oppressed,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
O great Physician! see my grief,
And grant thy servant sweet relief.
5 Should poverty's consuming blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low;
And neither help, nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer.
Lord, pity, and supply my need,
For thou on earth wast poor indeed.
6 Should Providence profusely pour
Its various blessings in my store;
O keep me from the ills that wait
On such a seeming prosperous state;
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with thee.

7 When each day's scenes and labours close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,

With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
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And, as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.
8 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed:
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
"To see thy face, and sing thy praise.'

HYMN 205. C. M. Barby. St. Ann's. | b] Religion the One Thing needful.

1Rof mortals here below;

OELIGION is the chief concern

May I its great importance learn,
Its sovereign virtue know.

2 More needful this than glittering wealth,
Or aught the world bestows;
Not reputation, food, or health,
Can give us such repose.

3 Religion should our thoughts engage,
Amidst our youthful bloom;

"Twill fit us for declining age,

And for the awful tomb.

4 O may my heart by grace renewed,
Be my Redeemer's throne;

And be my stubborn will subdued,
His government to own.

5 Let deep repentance, faith and love
Be joined with godly fear;

And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.

6 Preserve me from the snares of sin,
Through my remaining days;

And in me let each virtue shine,
To my Redeemer's praise.

7 Let lively hope my soul inspire;
Let warm affections rise;

And may I wait with strong desire
To mount above the skies.

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HYMN 206. C. M. Devizes. [*]

Spring.

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THEN verdure clothes the fertile vale,
And blossoms deck the spray;

And fragrance breathes in every gale,
How sweet the vernal day!

e 2 Hark! how the feathered warblers sing!
'Tis nature's cheerful voice;

e Soft music hails the lovely spring,

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And woods and fields rejoice.

-3 How kind the influence of the skies!
The showers, with blessings fraught,
Bid virtue, beauty, fragrance rise,
And fix the roving thought.

e 4 Then let my wondering heart confess,
With gratitude and love,

The bounteous Hand that deigns to bless
The garden, field, and grove.

g 5 That bounteous Hand my thoughts adore,
Beyond expression kind,

Hath better, nobler gifts in store,
To bless the craving mind.

e 6 0 God of nature and of grace,
Thy heavenly gifts impart;
-Then shall my meditation trace
Spring, blooming in my heart.

o 7 Inspired to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song;

And love and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.

STEELE.

HYMN 207. 8s. Uxbridge. [*]
Spring.

1 H The daisies and cowslips are seen!

W sweetly, along the gay mead,

The flocks, as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the beautiful green!

2 The vines that encircle the bowers,

The herbage that springs from the sod,

Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flowers,
All rise to the praise of my God.

e 3 Shall man, the great master of all,
The only insensible prove?

d Forbid it, fair gratitude's callForbid it, devotion and love.

g 4 The Lord, who such wonders can raise, And still can destroy with a nod,

My lips shall incessantly praise-
My soul shall rejoice in my God.

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HYMN 208. C. M. Doxology. [*]
Summer: a Harvest Hymn.

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10 praise the ever-bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy powers:

He calls and at his voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours.

g 2 His covenant with the earth he keeps;
My tongue, his goodness sing;
Summer and winter know their time,
His harvest crowns the spring.

o 3 Well pleased the toiling swains behold
The waving yellow crop;

With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.

4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow
The seeds of righteousness;
Smile on my soul, and with thy beams,
The ripening harvest bless.
5 Then in the last great harvest, I
Shall reap a glorious crop;

The harvest shall by far exceed
What I have sowed in hope.

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RIPPON.

HYMN 209. C. M. Abridge. [b]

Prayer for Rain.

TOW may the Lord of earth and skies
Regard us when we call;

"Tis he who bids the vapours rise,

And showers abundant fall.

2 On thee, our God, we all depend,
For life, and health, and food ·
O make refreshing showers descend,
And crown the year with good.
3 The evil and the just partake
These bounties of thy hand;
Nor will a God of love forsake
This long-indulged land.

4 Let grace come down, like copious rain,

On Zion's drooping field:

So shall our souls revive again,

And fruit abundant yield

o 5 Then smiling nature shall express

Her mighty Maker's praise; And we, the children of thy grace, Join her harmonious lays.

BURDER'S COL.

HYMN 210. L. M.

Psalm 97th. [* b]

Autumn.

1 EE how brown autumn spreads the field!

Behold them to the reapers yield,—

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The wheat is saved-the tares are burned.

e 2 Thus the great Judge, with glory crowned, Descends to reap the ripened earth;

g Angelic guards attend him down,

The same who sang his humble birth.

3 In sounds of glory hear him speak,
d" Go search around the flaming world;
"Haste-call my saints to rise, and take
"The seats from which their foes were hurled.

4" Go, burn the chaff in endless fire,
"In flames unquenched consume each tare;
"Sinners must feel my holy ire,

"And sink in guilt-to deep despair."

a 5 Thus ends the harvest of the earth :-Angels obey the awful voice;

d They save the wheat-they burn the chaff;— g All heaven approves the sovereign choice.

HYMN 211. C. M. Hymn 2d. [b *]

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Winter.

TERN Winter throws his icy chains,
Encircling nature round;

p How bleak, how comfortless the plains,
Late with gay verdure crowned!

e 2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,
And light and warmth depart;

And drooping, lifeless nature seems
An emblem of my heart.

3 My heart, where mental winter reigns
In night's dark mantle clad;

p Confined in cold inactive chainsHow desolate and sad