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Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And to the end endure !
And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight And everlasting love.
HYMN 81. L. M.
The Seasons. 1 THY providence, great God, we praise ;
How good and great are all thy ways! Thy bounty crowns our passing years,
And dissipates our anxious fears. 2 Thy promise stands forever fast,
While sun, and moon, and earth shall last; The laws of seasons shall endure,
Till time and stars are known no more. 3 Summer and winter, cold and heat,
And night and day in order meet ;
To prove thy love-supply our need.
We still shall prove thy cov’nant sure ;
HYMN 82. C. M.
Summer--an Harvest song.
My soul wake all thy pow’rs :
The smiling harvest-hours.
2 His cov’nant with the earth he keeps ;
My tongue his goodness sing ;
His harvest crowns the spring. 3 Well pleas'd the toiling swains behold
The waving yellow crop ;
And sow again in hope.
The seeds of righteousness;
The rip’ning harvest bless.
Shall reap a glorious crop;
HYMN 83. C. M.
Late with gay verdure crown'd! 2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,
And light, and warmth depart ;
An emblem of my heart. 3 My heart, where mental winter reigns,
In night's dark mantle clad, Confin'd in cold inactive chains,
How desolate and sad !
Thy soul reviving ray ;
This darkness, cheerful day.
5 O happy state, divine abode,
Where spring eternal reigns ; And perfect day, the smile of God,
Fills all the heav'nly plains !
My drooping joys restore,
HYMN 84. L. M.
The Seasons crowned with goodness. 1 ETERNAL source of ev'ry joy!
Thy praise shall ev'ry voice employ, While in thy temple we appear
To hail thee, Sov’reign 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.
Perfumes the air, and paints the land ;
To raise the corn, and cheer the yine. 4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours
Thro' all our coasts redundant stores;
No face of want or horror wear. § Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days
Demand successive songs of praise ;
With morning light, and ev’ning shade, 6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes ; Till to those brighter courts we soar, Where days and years revolve no more,
HYMN 85. P. M.
IS New-Year. 1 OD of our lives, thy constant care
With blessings crowns each op'ning year ; Our guilty lives thou dost prolong,
And wake anew our annual song.
To the vast regions of the dead,
Thro' his last yearly period run!
'Tis thine to fix our soul's abode;
On earth, or in the world unknown.
Make them and own them still as thine ;
HYMN 86. L. M.,'
Whose skill conducts this rolling sphere;
And guides the swift, revolving year !
While we distinguish'd yet appear ;
That we are spar'd another year.
Saviour! thy people wish thee near :
While we begin another year.
While thus we stay as pilgrims here ;
Nor let us from our God backslide,
As we have done the former year.
Fill us with godly, filial fear ;
Thy grace thro' ev'ry fleeting year. 6 This truth impress on ev'ry soul,
That vast eternity is near ;
To bring the last, the closing year. 7 When nature in a blaze shall die,
Or death conclude our being here ;
HYMN 87. L. M.
Neno Year. 1 GR VREAT God, we sing that mighty hand,
By which supported, still we stand : The op'ning year thy mercy shows ;
Let mercy crown it till it close.
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his unerring counsel led.
The future, all to us unknown,
And peaceful leave before thy feet. 4 In scenes exalted or depress'd,
Be thou our joy, and thou our rest ;
Adord thro' all our changing days. 5. When death shall interrupt our songs,
And silence these our mortal tongues,