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Who reignis enthron’d on bigh,

Ancient of endless days;
Who lengthens out our trial here,
And spares us yet another year.
Barren and wither'd trees,

We cumber'd long the ground,
No fruit of holiness

On our dead souls was found;
Yet doth he us in mercy spare,
Another and another year.
When justice draws the sword

To cut the fig-tree down,
The pity of our Lord

Cries, “ Let it still alone,”
The Father mild, inclines his ear,
And spares us yet another year.
Jesus, thy speaking blood

From God obtain'd the grace,
Who, therefore, hath bestow'd

On us a longer space:
Now may a glorious change appear,
And let us see a fruitful year.

GREAT God, we sing that mighty hand,
By which supported still we stand :
The opening year thy mercy shews;
That mercy crowns it, till its close.

By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still are we guarded by our God,
By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel led.
With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future, all to us unknown,
We to thy guardian care commit,
And, peaceful, leave before thy feet.
In scenes exalted or depressed,
Thou art our joy, and thou our rest:
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Ador'd through all our changing days.
When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our helper God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.
391 WANNNN Falmouth
WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Now concludes another year,
Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here. Fix'd in an eternal state,

They have done with all below We a little longer wait,

But how little none can know. As the winged arrow flies

Speedily the mark to find;

As the lightning from the skies

Darts and leaves no trace behind; Swifty thus our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid strean ; Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise,

All below is but a dream. If from guilt and sin set free,

By the knowledge of thy grace, Welcome, then the call will be,

To depart and see thy face: To thy saints, while here below,

With new years, new mercies come; But the happiest year they know

Is their last, which leads them home. Thanks for mercies past receive,

Pardon of our sins renew :
Teach us henceforth how 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,

May we dwell with thee above. 392 wwwNaNam

MY helper God! I bless his name:
The same



the same; The tokens of his friendly care, Open, and crown, and close the year.

I, ’midst ten thousand dangers stand,
Supported by his guardian hand;
And see, when I survey my ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.
Thus far his arm hath led me on;
Thus far I make his mercy known;
And while I tread this desert land,
New mercies shall new songs demand.
My grateful soul, on Jordan's shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more :
Then bear, in his bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.

Peters, GOD of the morning, at whose voice

The cheerful sun inakes baste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice

To run his journey through the skies. From the fair chambers of the east,

The circuit of his race begins, And, without weariness or rest,

Round the whole earth he flies and shines. O like the sun may I fulfil

Th’ appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will,

March on, and keep my heavenly way. Give me thy counsels for my guide,

And then receive me to thy bliss;

All my desires and hopes beside

Are faint and cold compar'd with this. 394

Charity. AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun, Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. Glory to thee, who safe hast kept And hast refresh'd me while I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew: Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say: That all my powers with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. Praise God, from whom, &c. 395 "ansomwa

Wiltshire. ONCE more, my soul, the rising day

Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay

To him that rules the skies.
Night unto night his name repeats,

The day renews the sound,

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