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And fragrance breathes in every gale,
How sweet the vernal day!.
The showers, with blessings fraught,
And fix the roving thought.
With gratitude and love,
The garden, field, and grove. g 5 That bounteous Hand my thoughts adore,
Beyond expression kind,
To bless the craving mind.
Thy heavenly gifts impart; -Then shall my meditation trace
Spring, blooming in my heart. og Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song; s And love and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue.
HYMN 207. 8s. Uxbridge. [*]
II The daisies and cowslips are seen!
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 call
Forbid 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
Summer : A Harvest Hymn.
1 My soul, wake all thy powers : He calls-and at his voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours.
My topgue, 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.
Shall reap a glorious crop;
Prayer for Rain.
I Regard us when we call;
And showers abundant fall.
For life, and health, and food :
And crown the year with good. 3 The evil and the just partake
These bounties of thy hand;
This long indulged land.
On Zion's drooping field :
And fruit abundant yield.
0 5 Then smiling nature shall express
Her mighty Maker's praise ;
Join her harmonious lays. Burder's Col.
D Mark-how the whitening hills are turn'd! Behold them to the reapers yield, :
The wheat is sav'd--the tares are burn'd. e 2 Thus the great Judge, with glory crown'd,
Descends to reap the ripen'd 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 horld. 4. 'Go, burn the chaff in endless fire, 'In flames unquench'd 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*]
Winter. 1 STERN winter throws his icy chains,
D Encircling nature round; p How bleak, how comfortless the plains,
Late with gay verdure crown'd! 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 Confind in cold inactive chains
How desolate and sad!
- 4 Return, blissful Sun, and bring
Thy soul reviving ray;
This darkness cheerful day. 05 Oh happy state divine abode,
Where spring eternal reigns ; And perfect day, the smile of God,
Fills alf the heavenly plains. g 6 Great Source of light, thy beams display;
My drooping joys restore;
Where winters frown no more.
Swiftness of Time. New Year.
Of the revolving year; e How swift the weeks complete their round!
How short the months appear. d 2 So fast éternity comes on
And that important day,
God's judgment shall survey.
The swift revolving year;
The speed of its career.
Its great concerns to see;
And give the year to thee.
If future years arise ;
To joy beyond the skies. Doddridge.
HYMN 213. L. M. Castle-Street. [*]
Help obtained of God. New Year. 1 REAT God, we sing that mighty hand,
J By which supported still we stand' The opening year thy mercy shews; Let mercy crown.it till it close.
e 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God;
The future-all to us unknown,.
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Goodness of God. New Year, 1 ITOUSE of our God, with cheerful an
L1 thems ring, While all our lips and hearts his graces sing; The opening year his graces shall proclaim,
And all its days be vocal with his name; The Lord is good-his mercy never ending; His blessings in perpetual showers descending. 2 The heaven of heavens he with his bounty fills;
Ye seraphs bright, on ever blooming hills, His honours sound; you to whom good alone,
Unmingled, ever-growing, has been known: Through your immortal life, with love increasing, Proclaim your Maker's goodness--never ceasing. 3. Thou earth, enlighten'd by his rays diviné,
Pregnant with grass, and corn, and oil, and wine, Crown’d with his goodness, let thy nations meet,
And lay their crowns at his paternal feet; With grateful love that lib’ral hand confessing, Which through each heart diffuses ev'ry blessing. e 4 Zion, enrich'd with his distinguish'd grace,
Blest with the rays of thine Emmanuel's faceZion, Jehovah's portion and delight, Gray'n on his hands, and hourly in his sight, o In sacred strains, exalt that grace excelling, Which makes thy humble hill his chosen dwelling.