mf V 3 How the soul in winter mourns, 4 O beloved Saviour! haste, Tell me all the storms are past: HYMN 612, L. M. 612 The Year crowned with Goodness. mf 1 ETERNAL Source of every joy! Well may thy praise our lips employ, While, in thy temple, we appear, dol mf Whose goodness crowns the circling year. No more a face of horror wear. 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise; 613 Still be the cheerful homage paid, HYMN 613, C. M. Summer and Harvest. mf 1 To praise the ever-bounteous Lord, My soul! wake all thy powers: He calls-and at his voice come forth 2 His covenant with the earth he keeps; 11 mf mf 3 Well-pleased the husbandmen behold With joy they bear the sheaves away, 4 Thus teach me, gracious God! to sow 614 1 20 Smile on my soul, and, with thy beams, HYMN 614, C. M. Seed Time and Harvest. FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love! How rich thy bounties are; 2 When, in the bosom of the earth, Thy goodness marked its secret birth, dol 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord! was thine; The plants in beauty grew; - Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, 4 These varied mercies, from above, A kindly harvest crowns thy love, 5 We own and bless thy gracious sway, 615 m Seed time nor harvest, night nor day, HYMN 615, C. M. Fruitful Seasons from God. THOU who givést all their food!— Upon the evil and the good, Earth's teeming stores are thine. 2 Thy covénant to man secures The harvest of his toil; Thy faithful word, while earth endures, 3 The wintry frost, the flowery prime, Each herb and blossom knows its time, 4 Revolving seasons still proclaim 616 f Seed time and harvest speak thy name,- 1 AWA HYMN 616, C. M. Close of the Year. WAKE ye saints! and raise your eyes, mf 2 On all the wings of time it flies, 18 3 Not many years their rounds shall run, Nor many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature! speed your course, Ye mortal powers! decay; 617 1 Fast as ye bring the night of death, THERE A HYMN 617, C. M. Time short-Man frail. 2 The year rolls round, and steals away 3 Good God! on what a slender thread Th' eternal state of all the dead, 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe, And yet, how unconcerned we go, 5 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense, 618 DEATH. HYMN 618, L. M. Death and Burial of Saints. mp 1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb! p> mp mf Take this new treasure to thy trust, 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, While angels watch the soft repose. Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed! Rest here, blest saint!-till, from his throne, The morning break, and pierce the shade. f" 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth! his sovereign word; Restore thy trust;-a glorious form Shall then arise to meet the Lord. 619 m mp mp 1 HYMN 619, 88 and 78. Mourners Comforted. CEASE, ye mourners! cease to languish, 2. While our silent steps are straying, Lonely, through night's deepening shade, mf 8 Light and peace at once deriving, mf 4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding, m Sickness there, no more can come; Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom. 620 m 1 .P 。 | V 621 LAVIV VI VAI Λ HEAR HYMN 620, C. M. Dying in the Lord. EAR what the voice from heaven proclaims "Sweet is the savor of their names, And soft their sleeping-bed. 2 "They die in Jesus, and are blessed,- From sufferings, and from sins, released, 8 "Far from this world of toil and strife, 1 WHY HYMN 621, C. M. Mourning with Hope. THY should our tears in sorrow flow, And bids them leave a world of woe, For an immortal crown? 2 Is not e'en death a gain to those, 3 Their toils are past-their work is done, They fought the fight, the vict'ry won, And entered into rest. 4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,- But let our hearts, in every woe, |