Imatges de pÓgina

S. M.

Bethany, 681

Rapid Flight of Timo.
MY few revolving years,

How swift they glide away!
How short the term of life appears,

When past'tis but a day
2 A dark and cloudy day,

Made up of grief and sin;
A host of dangerous foes without,
* And guilt and fear within.
3 Lord, through another year,

If thou permit my stay,
With watchful care may I pursue

The true and living way! 682

C. M, St. Mary's. Spencar.
BEHOLD, my soul, the narrow bound

That marks the passing year!
How swift the weeks complete their round !

How short the months appear!
2 So fast eternity comes on,

And that important day,
When all that mortal life has done,

God's judgment shall survey.
3 Yet, like an idle tale we pass

The swiftly gliding year,
And study artful ways t' increase

The speed of its career.
Af 4 Awake, O God! each trifling heart

Its great concern to see,
That all may act the Christian part,

And give the year to thee.
5 So shall their course more grateful roll,

Ir future years arise ;
Or this shall bear the willing soul
To joy which never dies.
C. M.

Stamford. Torte 683 Praise for Providential Goodness.

GOD of our lives, thy various praise

Our voices shall resound:
Thy hand directs our fleeting days,

And brings the seasons round.

2 To thee shall grateful songs arise,

Our Father and our Friend;
Whose constant mercies from the skies,

In genial streams descend.
3 In every scene of life, thy care,

In every age, we see:
And, constant as thy favors are,

So let our praises be.
4 Still may thy love, in every scene,

To every age, appear ;
And let the same compassion deign

To bless the opening year.
5 If mercy smile, let mercy bring

Our wandering souls to God :
In our affliction we shall sing,

If thou wilt bless the rod. 684

L. M.

Hagae. Hebron
GREAT God, we sing thy mighty hand ;
By that supported still we stand:
The opening year thy mercy shows;
Let mercy crown it till it close.
2 By day, by night-at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed
By his unerring counsels led.
3 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.
4 In scenes oxalted or depressed,
Be thou our joy-and thou our rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.
5 When death shall close our earthly songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our helper, God, in whom we trust,

In brighter worlds our souls shall boast. 685

L. M. Rotterdam. Old Hundrea.
ETERNAL God! I bless thy name,
The same thy power-thy grace the same ;
The tokens of thy friendly care
Begin, and close, and crown the year

2 Supported by thy guardian hand,
Amid ten thousand deaths I stand,
And see, when I survey thy ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.
3 Thus far thine arm has led me on
Thus far I make thy mercy known;
And, while I tread this desert land,

New mercies shall new songs demand. mf 4 My grateful voice on Jordan's shore,

Shalı raise one sacred pillar more;
Then bear, in thy bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.

C. M. Barby, St. Austin's, 686 Reflections at the End of the Year.

AND now, my soul, another year

Of thy short life is past;
I cannot long continue here,

And this may be my last.
2 Much of my dubious life is gone,

Nor will return again;
And swift my passing moments run,

The few that yet remain.
3 Awake, my soul-with utmost care

Thy true condition learn:
What are thy hopes ?--how sure ? how fair?

What is thy great concern ?
4 Behold, another year begins !

Set out afresh for heaven;
Seek pardon for thy former sins,

In Christ so freely given.
5 Devoutly yield thyself to God,

And on his grace depend ;
With zeal pursue the heavenly road,

Nor doubt a happy end. 687

78. Benevento. Pleyel's Byms. WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here:
Fixed in an eternal state,
They have done with all below

We a little longer wait;

But how little-none can know.

2 Spared to see another year,

Let thy blessing meet us here ;
Come, thy dying work revive,

Bid thy drooping garden thrive;
Sun of righteousness, arise !

Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes :
Let our prayer thy pity move;

Make this year a time of love.
3 Thanks for mercies past receive,

Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us, henceforth, how to live

With eternity in view;
Bless thy word to old and young,

Fill us with a Saviour's love;
When our life's short race is run,
May we dwell with thee above.

C. M. Stamford. St. Martin's 688 Salvation approaching.

AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,

And list your voices high !
Awake, and praise that sovereign love

That'shows salvation nigh.
2 Swift on the wings of time it flies ;

Each moment brings it near :
Then gladly view each closing day,

And each revolving year!
3 Not many years their round shall run,

Not 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.


Lincola. Adullum. 689

Providence of God in the Seasons.
PRAISE to God !-immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days:
Bounteous Source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ.
2 All that spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From ber rich, o'erflowing stores --

3 These,

to that dear Sonrce we owe
Whence our sweetest comforts flow;
These, through all my happy days,
Claim'my cheerful songs of praise.
4 Lord, to thee my soul should raise
Grateful, never-ending praise ;
And, when every blessing's flown,

Love thee for THYSELF alone. 690

H. M. Newbury. Harwich.
HOW pleasing is the voice

Of God, our heavenly King,
Who bids the frosts retire,

And wakes the lovely spring!
Bright suns arise, And beauty glows,
The mild wind blows, Thro' earth and skies.

2 The morn, with glory crowned,

His hand arrays in smiles:
He bids the eve decline,

Rejoicing o'er the hills:
The evening breeze His beauty blooms
His breath perfumes ; In flowers and trees.

3 With life he clothes the spring,

The earth with summer warms :
He spreads th' autumnal feast,

And rides on wintry storms:
His gifts divine

And round the year Through all appear; His glories shine. 691

L. M. Lowell. Springfield.
THE flowery spring, at God's command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land:
The summer rays with vigor shine,
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.
2 His hand in autunon richly pours,
Through all her coasts, redundant stores;
And winters, softened by his care,
No more the face of horror wear.
3 The changing seasons, months, and days
Demand successive songs of praise ;
And be the cheerful homage paid,
With morning light, and evening shade.
4 And oh, may each harmonious tonguo
In worlds unknown the praise prolong,

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