My lips shall incessantly praise--
My soul shall rejoice in my God.

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HYMN 208. C. M. Doxology. [*]
Summer: a Harvest Hymn.

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O praise the ever-bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy powers:

He calls and at his voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours.

g 2 His covenant with the earth he keeps;
My tongue, his goodness sing;
Summer and winter know their time,'
His harvest crowns the spring.

o 3 Well pleased the toiling swains behold
The waving yellow crop;

With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.

e 4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow
The seeds of righteousness;
Smile on my soul, and with thy beams,
The ripening harvest bless.

o 5 Then in the last great harvest, I
Shall reap'a glorious crop;

The harvest shall by far exceed
What I have sowed in hope.

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RIPPON.

HYMN 209, C. M. Abridge. [b]

NOW

Prayer for Rain.

OW may the Lord of earth and skies
Regard us when we call; ...

"Tis he who bids the vapours rise,

And showers abundant fall.

2 On thee, our God, we all depend,
For life, and health, and food:
O make refreshing showers descend,
And crown the year with good.
3 The evil and the just partake
These bounties of thy hand;,
Nor will a God of love forsake
This long-indulged land.

4 Let grace come down, like copious rain,
On Zion's drooping field:

So shall our souls revive again,

And fruit abundant yield

o 5 Then smiling nature shall express

Her mighty Maker's praise;

And we, the children of thy grace,
Join her harmonious lays.

BURDER'S COL.

HYMN 210. L. M. Psalm 97th. [* b]

Autumn.

1 EE how brown autumn spreads the field! Mark-how the whitening hills are turned !

Behold them to the reapers yield,—

The wheat is saved-the tares are burned. e 2 Thus the great Judge, with glory crowned, Descends to reap the ripened earth;

g Angelic guards attend him down,

The same who sang his humble birth.

3 In sounds of glory hear him speak,
d" Go search around the flaming world;
"Haste-call my saints to rise, and take
"The seats from which their foes were hurled

4 "Go, burn the chaff in endless fire,
"In flames unquenched consume each tare;
"Sinners must feel my holy ire,

"And sink in guilt-to deep despair."

a 5 Thus ends the harvest of the earth :-Angels obey the awful voice;

d They save the wheat-they burn the chaff;g All heaven approves the sovereign choice.

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HYMN 211. C. M. Hymn 2d. [b *]

Winter.

TERN Winter throws his icy chains,
Encircling nature round;

STER

p How bleak, how comfortless the plains, Late with gay verdure crowned!

e 2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,
And light and warmth depart;

And drooping, lifeless nature seems
An emblem of my heart.

3 My heart, where mental winter reigns
In night's dark mantle clad;

p Confined in cold inactive chains How desolate and sad!

4 Return, O blissful Sun, and bring
Thy soul-reviving ray;

This mental winter shall be spring,
This darkness cheerful day.

o 5 O happy state-divine abode,
Where spring eternal reigns,
And perfect day, the smile of God,
Fills all the heavenly plains.

g 6 Great Source of light, thy beams display,
My drooping joys restore;

And guide me to the seats of day,
Where winters frown no inore.

HYMN 212. C. M. Canterbury. [b*]
Swiftness of Time. New Year.

1

'R of the revolving year;

EMARK, my soul, the narrow bound

ellow swift the weeks complete their round! How short the months appear!

d 2 So fast eternity comes on-
And that important day,

When all that mortal life hath done,
God's
's judgment shall survey.

e 3 Yet, like an idle tale, we pass
The swift revolving year;

And study artful ways to increase
The speed of its career.

4 Waken, O God, my careless heart,
Its great concerns to see;
That I may act the Christian part,
And give the year to thee.

o 5 So shall their course more grateful roll,

If future years arise;

Or this shall bear my waiting soul
To joy beyond the skies.

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HYMN 213. L. M. Castle Street. [*]

Help obtained of God. New Year.

REAT God, we sing that mighty hand,

G By which supported still we stand!

The opening year thy mercy shows;
Let mercy crown it till it close.

e 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel 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 exalted or depressed,
Be thou our joy, and thou our rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.
e 5 When death shall interrupt our songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
g Our Helper, God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.

HYMN 214. 10 & 11.

RIPPON'S COL.

Walworth. [*]

Goodness of God. New Year.

1 HOUSE of our God, with cheerful anthems ring, While all our lips and hearts his graces sing; The opening year his graces shall proclaim, And all its days be vocal with his name; The Lord is good-his mercy never ending; His blessings in perpetual showers descending. 2 The heaven of heavens he with his bounty fills; Ye seraphs bright, on ever-blooming hills, His honours sound; you to whom good alone, Unmingled, ever-growing, has been known: Through your immortal life, with love increasing, Proclaim your Maker's goodness-never ceasing.

3 Thou earth, enlightened by his rays divine, Pregnant with grass, and corn, and oil, and wine, Crowned with his goodness, let thy nations meet, And lay their crowns at his paternal feet; With grateful love that liberal hand confessing, Which through each heart diffuses every blessing. в 4 Zion, enriched with his distinguished grace, Blest with the rays of thine EMMANUEL's faceZion, Jehovah's portion and delight,

Graven on his hands, and hourly in his sight, o In sacred strains, exalt that grace excelling, Which makes thy humble hill his chosen dwelling.

5 Ilis mercy never ends-the dawn, the shade Still see new beauties thro' new scenes displayed; Succeeding ages bless this sure abode,

And children lean upon their father's God.

e The deathless soul through its immense duration, Drinks from this source immortal consolation.

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s 6 Burst into praise, my soul, all nature join ;
Angels and men, in harmony combine :
While human years are measured by the sun,
And while ETERNITY its course shall run-
g His goodness, in perpetual showers descending,
Exalt in songs and raptures never ending.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 215. C. M. Sunday. [*]
Close of the Year.

1AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,

And raise your voices high;

o Awake and praise that sovereign love That shows salvation nigh.

-2 On all the wings of time it flies, Each moment brings it near;

o Then welcome, each declining day! Welcome, each closing year!

-3 Not many years their rounds shall run, Nor many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand revealed

To our admiring eyes.

o 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course,

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Ye mortal powers, decay;

-Fast as ye bring the night of death,

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Ye bring eternal day.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 216. L. M. Carthage. [b]

Importance of Time.

TIME, how few thy value weigh!
How few will estimate a day!

e Days, months, and years, are rolling on,
a The soul neglected-and undone.

-2 In painful cares, or empty joys,
Our life its precious hours destroys;
Whilst death stands watching at our side,
Eager to stop the living tide."