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4 And there lay the steed with his nostril
all wide, But thro' it there rolled not the breath of
his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on
the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating
surf, 5 And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust
on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners
alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 6 And the widows of Ashur are loud in their
the sword, Hath melted like snow, in the glance of
the Lord. 32.
Sabbath, “ And God blessed the Seventh day, and sanctified it.”
(Gen. ii. 3.) HAIL! sweet return of holy rest!
Sabbath by God supremely blest; Hail ! sacred emblem of that day,
When God shall wipe all tears away! 2 Jesu! in Thy dear name we plead,
For grace to help in time of need ;
3 May each tumultuous passion cease,
And every soul be filled with peace ;
Jointly our prayers to heaven ascend. 4 Unlock Thy sacred treasures, Lord ;
Reveal the glories of Thy word ;
By God in sweet compassion given.
L.M. The Husbandman's Prayer. (Heb. vi. 7.) ALMIGHTY Maker of this earth,
- Who giv'st to every seed its birth, Thine heavenly blessing, Lord, command
On all the labours of our hand.
In vain we harrow where we sow,
And give the grain its due increase. 3 Open the windows of the sky,
And shower down mercies from on high : Crown with Thy goodness, Lord, the year,
And let Thy blessings round appear. 4 All things in plenty, Lord, provide,
That all mankind may be supplied,
Return Thee praises night and day. 34. Psalm XXXIV. C.M. THRO' all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
My heart and tongue employ.
2 Oh! magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt His name;
He to my succour came.
Experience will decide,
Who in His truth confide.
Have nothing else to fear;
He'll make your wants His care.
Break up your fallow ground !
And scatter blessings round.
Shoots forth a hasty blade ;
Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead. 3 The thorny ground is sure to balk
All hopes of harvest there: We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.
Receive the trust in vain,
And pick up all the grain. 5 But where the Lord of grace and pow'r
Has blest the happy field,
How plenteous is the golden store
The deep-wrought furrows yield ! 6 Father of mercies, we have need
Of Thy preparing grace ;
My soul, wake all thy powers ; He calls, and at His voice come forth,
The smiling harvest hours.
My tongue, His goodness sing ;
His harvest crowns the spring.
The waving yellow crop:
And sow again in hope.
The seeds of righteousness :
The ripening harvest bless. 37. The Seasons.
Address the Lord on high :
And waters veil the sky 2 He sends His showers of blessings down,
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
Of the declining year ;
And wintry days appear.
Descend and clothe the ground ;
In icy fetters bound. 5 He sends His word, and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn ; He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return. 6 The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey His mighty word: With songs and honours sounding loud,
Praise ye the Sovereign Lord. 38. Psalm XXIII. 8.7,7., JESUS is the Lord my Shepherd,
Then let fear be far away : From the lion and the leopard, And from every beast of prey,
He will guard His helpless sheep ;
Jesus loves His own to keep. 2 When the foe desired to have me,
Jesus said, “ this sheep is mine ;"
All victorious in its course,