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The waving yellow.crop;
With joy they bear the sheaves away,

And sgp again in hope.
4 Thus teach me, gracious God! to sow

The seeds of righteousness;
Smile on my soul, and, with thy beams,

The ripening harvest bless.

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HYMN 614, C. M.
Seed Time and Harvest.




FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love !

How rich thy bounties are;
The changing seasons, as they move

Proclaim thy constant care.
2 When, in the bosom of the earth,

The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness marked its secret hirch,

And sent the early rain. dol 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord! was thine;

The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,

And soft refreshing dew.
4 These varied mercies, from above,

Matured the swelling grain :
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,

And plenty fills the plain.
5 We own and bless thy gracious sway,

Thy hand all nature hails :
Seed time nor harvest, night nor day,

Summer nor winter, fails.



HYMN 615, C. M. 615

Fruitful Seasons from God.
1 THOU who givést all their food!

Causing thy sun to shine
Upon the evil and the good,

Earth's teening stores are thine.
2 Thy covenant to man secures

The harvest of his toil;
Thy faithful word, while earth endures,

With plenty clothes the soil.
3 The wintry frost, the flowery prime,

Alike thy laws obey:

Each herb and blossom knows its time,

And feels the quickening ray.
4 Revolving seasons still proclaim

Thine all-sustaining word;
Seed time and harvest speak thy name,

The promise-keeping Lord.


HYMN 616, C. M. 616

Close of the Year.
1 WAKE ye saints! and raise your eyes,

And raise your voices high:
Awake, and praise that sovereign love,

That shows salvation nigh. mf 2 On all the wings of time it flies,

Each moment brings it near ;
Then welcome each declining day,

Welcome each closing year.
3 Not many years their rounds shall rup,

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 ;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,

Ye bring eternal day.




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HYMN 617, C. M. 617

Time short-Man frail.
1 CE we adore, eternal Name!

And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,

What dying worms are we!
2 The year rolls round, and steals away

The breath that first it gave :

Whate'er we do, where'er we be, >

We're traveling to the grave.
3 Good God! on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal state of all the dead,

Upon life's feeble strings.
4 Infinite joy, or endless woe,

Attends on every breath,
And yet, how unconcerned we go,

Upon the brink of death!



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5 Waken, O Lord ! our drowsy sense,

To walk this dangerous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,

May tley be found with God.


HYMN 618, L. M. 618

Death and Burial of Saints. mp 1

Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room,

To seek a slumber in the dust.
2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,

Invade thy bounds -no mortal woeg

Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, P> While angels watch the soft repose. тр 8 So Jesus slept ;-God's dying Son

Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed!

Rest here, blest saint !--till, from his throne, mf

The morning break, and pierce the shade. f" 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn!

Attend, 0 earth! his sovereign word;
Restore thy trust;-& glorious form

Shall then arise to meet the Lord.


HYMN 619, 88 and 7s. 619

Mourners Comforted.
YEASE, ye mourners! cease to languish,

O'er the grave of those you love;
тр Pain, and death, and night, and anguish,

Enter not the world above. mp

2 While our silent steps are straying, p

Lonely, through night's okapening shade, f

Glory's brightest bear : playing

Round th' immortai spirit's lead. mp3 Light and peace at once deriving,

From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,
They shall never-never die.



mf 4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding,

Sickness there, 10 more can come
There, no fear of woe, intruding,

Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom.
5 Now, ye mourners ! cease to languish,

O’er the grave of those you love;
Far removed from pain and anguish,

They are chanting hymns above.



HYMN 620, C. M.
Dying in the Lord.


HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims


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46 Sweet is the savor of their names,

And soft their sleeping-bed.
2 “They die in Jesus, and are blessed,

How kind their slumbers are !
From sufferings, and from sins, released,

And freed from every snare.
3 "Far from this world of toil and strife,

They 're present with the Lord;
The labors of their mortal life

End in a large reward.”


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HYMN 621, C. M. 621

Mourning with Hope.
1 HY should our tears in sorrow flow,

When God recalls his own;
And bids them leave a world of woe,

For an immortal crown?
2 Is not e'en death a gain to those,

Whose life to God was given ?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close,

To open them in heaven.
Their toils are past--their work is done,

And they are fully blest;
They fought the fight, the vict'ry won,

And entered into rest..
4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,-

God has recalled his own;
But let our hearts, in every woe,

Still say," Thy will be done!”



HYMN 622, C. M. 622

Prayer in View of Death. af 1 WHEN, bending o’er the brink of life,

Waiting to pass death's awful flood,

Great God! at thy command ;-
2 When every long-loved scene of life

Stands ready to depart;

When the last sigh, that shakes the frame, mf Shall rend this bursting heart;3 O thou great Source of joy supreme!

Whose arm alone can save,
Dispel the darkness, that surrounds

The entrance to the grave.
4 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand

Beneath my sinking head;
And, with a ray of love divine,

Illume my dying bed.
mp 5 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast,

May I resign my breath,
And, in thy fond embraces, lose

66 The bitterness of death."

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HYMN 623, S. M. 623

Reflections on past Generations.

W swift the torrent rolls,

That bears us to the sea!
The tide which hurries thoughtless souls

To vast eternity!
2 Our fathers ! --where are they,

With all they called their own
Their joys and griefs--and hopes and cares,

And wealth and honor-gone!
8 But joy or grief succeeds

Beyond our mortal thought,

While still the remnant of their dust P

Lies in the grave forgot. тр 4 There, where the fathers lie,

Must all the children dwell;
Nor other heritage possess,

But such a gloomy cell.



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