3 With grateful hearts the past we own;

The future, all to us unknown,
We to Thy guardian care commit,

Content with what Thou deemest fit. 4 In scenes exalted or depressed,

Thou art our joy, and Thou our rest.
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,

Adored throughout our changing days. 6 When death shall interrupt these songs,

And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our helper God, in whom we trust,
Shall keep our souls, and guard our dust.

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Psalm cxxxiv. 3. 7's. NEWTON. 1

To the souls assembled here: Clothe Thy word with power divine,

Make us willing to be Thine.
2 Where Thou hast Thy work begun,

Give new strength the race to run;
Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears;

Wipe away the mourner's tears.
3 Bless us all, both old and young;

Call forth praise from every tongue.
Let our whole assembly prove
All Thy power and all Thy love.

804

1 Sam. vii. 12. L. M. DODDRIDGE UR helper, God, we bless His name,

The tokens of whose gracious care

Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 Amidst ten thousand snares we stand,

Supported by His guardian hand;
And see, when we review our ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.

3 Thus far His arm hath led us on;

Thus far we make His mercy known;
And while we tread this desert land,

New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore,

Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
Then bear in His bright courts above,

Inscriptions of immortal love. 805

Acts xxviii. 15. P. M. C. WESLEY. 1 COME let us anew

Our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear. 2 His adorable will

Let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour

of love. 3 Our life is a dream;

Our time, as a stream,

Glides swiftly away ;
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.

The arrow is flown;
The moment is gone;

The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity'o here. 5 O that each in the day

Of His coming may say,

I have fought my way through; I have finished the work Thou didst give

me to do. 6 O that each from his Lord

May receive the glad word, —

Well and faithfully done; Enter into My joy, and sit down on My

806

Psalm lxv. L. M. DODDRIDGE 1 TERNAL Source of every joy, ETH

Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,

Thy hand supports and guides the whole : The sun is taught by Thee to rise,

The night by Thee to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring, at Thy command,

Embalms the air, and paints the land;
The summer beams with vigour shine,

To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,

Demand successive songs of praise:
Still be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and evening shade.

807

Rom. xiii. 11. C. M, DODDRIDGE ? A WAKE se saints, and maise your eyes,

And raise your voices high ;
Awake, and praise that sovereign love,

That shews salvation nigh.
2 On all the wings of time it flies,

Each moment brings it near ; Then welcome each declining day,

Welcome each closing year. -
3 Not many years their round shall run,

Nor 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.

808 Psalm xo. 9. C. M. DODDRIDGE. 1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds

revolving year : How swift the weeks complete their rounds,

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 spend

The ift-advancing year,
And study artful ways to mend

The speed of its career.
4 Waken, O God, my trifling heart,

Its great concern to see ;
That I may act a faithful part,

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

If future years arise ;
Or this shall bear my happy soul

To joy that never dies.

DAYS OF HUMILIATION.

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Deut. xi. 10-17. C. M. WREFORD. 1 ORD, while for all mankind we pray, O hear us for our native land,

The land we love the most.
2 Our fathers' sepulchres are here,

And here our kindred dwell :
Our children too ;-how should we love

Another land so well ?

3 O guard our shores from every foe,

With peace our borders bless;
With prosperous times our cities crown,

Our fields with plenteousness. 4 Unite us in the sacred love

of knowledge, truth, and Thee ; And let our hills and valleys shout

The songs of liberty.
5 Here may religion pure and mild,

Upon our Sabbaths smile;
And piety and virtue reign,

And bless our native isle.
6 Lord of the nations, thus to Thee

Our country we commend;
Be Thou her refuge and her trust,

Her everlasting friend.

810 Jonah 14.8.

9.

C. M.

HART.

LORD here,

1

Who in Thy presence stand,
To intercede with vow sincere

For this our sinful land.
2 Oh may we all, with one consent,

Fall low before Thy throne;
With tears the nation's sins lament,

The church's, and our own. 3 Great God of Hosts, deliverance bring;

Guide those who hold the helm ;
Support the state, preserve the king,

And spare the guilty realm.
4 Or, should the dread decree be past,

And we must feel the rod,
Let faith and patience hold us fast

To our correcting God.