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2 To thee shall grateful songs arise,
Our Father and our Friend ;
In genial streams descend.
In every age, we see:
So let our praises be.
To every age, appear;
To bless the opening year.
Our wandering souls to God:
If thou wilt bless the rod. 684
Let mercy crown it till it close.
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his unerring counsels led.
The future-all to us unknown-
And peaceful leave before thy feet.
Be thou our joy—and thou our rest ;
Adored through all our changing days.
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
In brighter worlds our souls shall boast. 685
Old Hundred. 1 ETERNAL God! I bless thy name,
The same thy power-thy grace the same;
2 Supported by thy guardian hand,
Amid ten thousand deaths I stand.
Ten thousand monuments of praise.
Thus far I make thy mercy known;
New mercies shall new songs demand. mf 4 My grateful voice on Jordan's shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
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Refiections at the End of the Year.
Of thy short life is past;
And this may be my last.
Nor will return again;
The few that yet remain.
Thy true condition learn:
What is thy great concern?
Set out afresh for heaven;
In Christ so freely given.
And on his grace depend;
Nor doubt a happy end. 687
Benevento. Pleyel's Hymn. 1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Never more to meet us here:
They have done with all below;
But how little-none can know.
2 Spared to see another year,
Let thy blessing meet us here;
Bid thy drooping garden thrive ;
Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes:
Make this year a time of love.
Pardon of our sins renew;
With eternity in view;
Fill us with a Saviour's love ;
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And lift your voices high!
That shows salvation nigh.
Each moment brings it near :
And each revolving year!
Not many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes.
Ye mortal powers, decay;
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Providence of God in the Seasons.
For the love that crowns our days:
Let thy praise our tongues employ.
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
3 These, to that dear Source we owe
Whence our sweetest comforts flow;
Claim my cheerful songs of praise.
Grateful, never-ending praise ;
Love thee for THYSELF alone. 690
Newbury. Harwich. 1 HOW pleasing is the voice
Of God, our heavenly King,
And wakes the lovely spring!
His hand arrays in smiles :
Rejoicing o'er the hills:
In flowers and trees. 3 With life he clothes the spring,
The earth with summer warms:
And rides on wintry storms:
And round the year Through all appear; His glories shine. 691
Lowell. Springfield. 1 THE flowery spring, at God's command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land:
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.
Through all her coasts, redundant stores; And winters, softened by his care,
No more the face of horror wear.
Demand successive songs of praise ;
With morning light, and evening 'shade.
In worlds unknown the praise prolong,
And in those brighter courts adore,
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And blossoms deck the spray ;
How sweet the vernal day!.
'Tis nature's cheerful voice; P<
Soft music hails the lovely spring,
Thy heavenly gifts impart;
Spring, blooming in my heart.
Glad nature's cheerful song;
Attune my joyful tongue. 693
Pentonville. 1 GREAT God, at thy command
Seasons in order rise:
Through earth, and seas, and skies.
How warm the sun's bright beams!
Descend in gentle streams. 3 With grateful praise we own
Thy providential hand,
Adorn and bless the land.
Of thine incarnate Son;
Through endless ages run. 694
Spring. 1 THE winter is over and gone,
The thrush whistles sweet on the spray,