The summer's heat the fruit matures,
And autumn all her treasures pours.
5 From thee proceed domestic ties,
Connubial bliss, paternal joys;
On thy support the nations stand,
Obedient to thy high command.
6 But how shall frail, imperfect man,
Whose being reaches but a span,
Attempt in earth-born strains to prove,
The wonders of redeeming love!
Let ev'ry pow'r of heart and tongue,
Unite to swell the grateful song,
While age and youth in chorus join.
And praise the Majesty Divine. HARTFORD COL.
1 Eternal Source of every joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ;
While in thy presence, we appear,
To hail thee Sovereign of the year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole;
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness, when to veil the skies.
3 The flow'ry spring at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine,
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy land, in autumn, richly pours
Thro' all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more the face of horror wear,
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and evening shade.
HYMN 25. C. M. St. Martin's.
1 Since Jesus freely did appear
To grace a marriage feast,
O Lord! we ask thy presence here,
To make a wedding guest.
2 Upon the bridal pair look down,
Who now have plighted hands;
Their union with thy favor crown,
And bless the nuptial bands.
3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow, Of all rich dow'ries best;
Their substance bless, and peace bestow
To sweeten all the rest.
6 And when that solemn hour shall come,
And life's short space be o'er,
May they in triumph reach that home,
Where they shall part no more.
HYMN 26. 8s. and 7s. Sicily.
1 Come thou condescending Jesus!
Thou hast bless'd a marriage feast;
Come, and with thy presence bless us,
Deign to be an honor'd guest.
2 Once, at Cana's happy village,
Thou didst heav'nly joy impart;
Though unseen, may thy blest image
Be inscrib'd on ev'ry heart.
3 Lord, we come to ask thy blessing
On the happy pair to rest;
May thy goodness, never ceasing,
Make them now and ever blest.
4 Thou canst change the course of nature, Turning water into wine,
But we ask a greater favor,
May they be forever thine.
5 Thine by cov'nant and adoption,
Thine by free and sovereign grace,
May they, in each word and action,
Do thy will and speak thy praise.
6 Gracious Lord! from thy free bounty,
Fill their basket and their store,
Give them, with their health and plenty,
Hearts thy goodness to adore.
7 Often from their happy dwelling,
May the voice of prayer ascend,
For thy mercies still increasing,
To their best, their kindest Friend.
8 Through this life's tempestuous ocean, Storms are thick, and dangers nigh,
O, may constant, pure devotion,
Guide them safe to realms on high.
9 When by death's cold hand divided, Which dissolves the tend'rest ties, By thy grace again united,
May they in thine image rise.
10 Come, thou condescending Jesus!
Fill our hearts with songs of praise,
Come, and with thy presence bless us,
Make us subjects of thy grace.
1 With cheerful voices rise and sing,
The praises of our God and King!
For he alone can minds unite,
And bless with conjugal delight.
2 This wedded pair, O Lord! inspire,
With heavenly love, that sacred fire;
From this blest moment may they prove
The bliss divine of marriage love.
3 O, may they both increasing find
Substantial pleasures of the mind;
Happy together may they be,
And both united, Lord! to thee.
4 So may they live as truly one;
And when their work on earth is done,
Rise, hand in hand to heaven, and share
The joys of love forever there!
Revival of Religion hoped for.
1 While I to grief my soul gave way,
To see the work of God decline,
Methought I heard the Saviour say,
Dismiss thy fears the ark is mine.
2 "Tho' for a time I hide my face,
"Rely upon my love and pow'r.
"Still wrestle at the throne of grace,
"And wait for a reviving hour.
3 "Take down thy long neglected harp,
"I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer;
"The winter season has been sharp,
"But spring shall all its wastes repair."
4 Lord! I obey-my hopes revive;
Come, join with me, ye saints! and sing,
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and triumph bring.
HYMN 29. 8 & 7. Grenville.
1 Gently, Lord! oh gently lead us, Through this lonely vale of tears; Through the changes that await us,
Till our last great change appears. When temptation's darts assail us
When in devious paths we stray, Let thy goodness never fail us, Lead us in thy perfect way.
2 In the hour of pain and anguish,
In the hour when death draws near,
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