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5 Be still, my soul, and wait his hour,
With humble pray'r and patient faith ;
Till he reveals his gracious pow'r,
Repose on what his promise saith.
6 He, by whose all-commanding word,
Seasons their changing course maintain,
In ev'ry change a pledge affords,
That none shall seek his face in vain.

HYMN 311. C. M.
Spring, or the Return of the Divine Presence.
A T length the wish'd for spring has come ;
A How alter'd is the scene !
The trees and shrubs are drest in bloom,

The earth array'd in green. 2 I see my Saviour from on high,

Break through the clouds and shine; No creature now more blest than I,

No song more loud than mine.
3 Thy word does all my hopes revive,

It overcomes my foes;
It makes my languid graces thrive,

And blossom like the rose.
4 Dear Lord, a monument I stand,

Of what thy grace can do ; Uphold me by thy gracious hund, Each changing season through.

HYMN 312, C. M. Suminer, or all fesh like grass. Isa. xl. 6--8. THE grass and flow'rs which clothe the field,

1 And look so green and gay; Touch'd by the scythe, defenceless yield,

And fall and fade away,

3 Fit emblem of our mortal state !

Thus, in the scripture glass,
The young, the strong, the wise, the great,

May see themselves but grass.
3 Ah! trust not to your fleeting breath,

Nor call your time your own ; Around you see the scythe of death

Is mowing thousands down. 4. And you, who hitherto are spar'd,

Must shortly yield your lives ; Your wisdom is to be prepard,

Before the stroke arrives. 5 The grass, when dead, revives no more, i

You die to live again ;
Beware lest death should prove the door

To everlasting pain.
6 Lord, help us to obey thy call,

And all our sins remove ;
That when like grass our bodies fall,
Our souls may rise above.

HYMN 313, L. M.
Autumn, or the Harvest is the End of the World.

Matthew xiii. 39. SEE how brown autumn spreads the field ; D Mark how the whit’ning hills are turn’d; Behold them to the reapers yield, The wheat is sav'd, the tares are burn'd. 2 Thus the great Judge, with glory crown'd, Descends to reap the ripen’d earth; Angelic guards attend him down, The same who sang his humble birth. 3 In sounds of glory, hear him speak; « Go search around the flaming worldi,

Haste, call my saints to rise and take
The seats from which their foes were hurld.
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.
5 Thus ends the harvest of the earth,
Angels obey the awful voice;
They save the wheat, they burn the chaff,
All heav'n approves the sov'reign choice.

HYMN 314. L. M.
The Seasons, or the Year Crowned with Divine

Goodness. Psal. Ixv. 11.
TERNAL source of ev'ry joy!

Well may thy praise our lips employ;
We hail that goodness ever near,
Which richly crowns the circling year.
2 While as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports the steady poll:
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flow'ry spring at thy command,
Embalms the air and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine,
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours,
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, soften’d by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise ;
Still be the cheerful homage paid,
With op'ning light and ev'ning shade.

6 Here in thy house shall incense rise,
As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes;
Still will we make thy mercies known,
Around thy board, and round our own.
7 And Oh, may our harmonious tongues,
In worlds unknown pursue the songs;
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more.

HYMN 315. C. M.

A Morning Hymn.
IT WAS the eternal (Vord that spake,

1 And said, “ Let there be light;" It was, and at his high command,

Sprang from the womb of night.
2 He bids the day-spring know its place,

And guides the rising sun;
All nature owns her sovoreign Lord,

And what he wills is done.
3 Should he forbid the sun to rise,

And endless darkness reign, Justice would silence every mouth,

Nor let a thought complain. 4 Thus had the Sun of Righteousness .

Never rose and shone, The frowning heav'ns had flash'd with wrath,

For crimes which we have done. 5 Then had salvation ne'er appear'd,

Nor angels sang of peace; The anthem never had begun,

Which now will never cease.
.6 But thanks to God, the nat'ral sun,

Does light and heat convey;
The Sun of Righteousness will shine,

An everlasting day.

HYMN 316. Sevens.

A líymn to be repeated when rising.
N OW the shades of night are gone;

N Now the morning light is come;
Lord, may I be thine to-day,
Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill my soul with heav'nly light,
Banish doubt, and cleanse my sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,
Help me labor, help me pray.
3 Keep my haughty passions bound,
Save me from my foes around;
Going out and coming in,
Keep me safe from ev'ry sin.
4 When my work of life is past,
Oh! receive me then at last!
Night of sin will be no more,
When I reach the heav'nly shore.

HYMN 317. C. M.

A Morning Hymn. INITH thee, great God, the stores of light,

And stores of darkness lic; Thou forni'st the sable veil of night,

And spread'st it round the sky. 2 And when with welcome slumber press'd,

We close our weary eyes,
Thy pow'r unseen secures our rest,

And makes us joyful rise.
3 Numbers this night, great God, have met

Their long, eternal doom ;
And lost the joys of morning light,

In death's tremendous gloom.

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