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3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future, all to us unknown,
Content with what Thou deemest fit. 4 In scenes exalted or depressed,
Thou art our joy, and Thou our rest.
Adored throughout our changing days. 6 When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Psalm cxxxiv. 3. 7's. NEWTON. 1
To the souls assembled here: Clothe Thy word with power divine,
Make us willing to be Thine.
Give new strength the race to run;
Wipe away the mourner's tears.
Call forth praise from every tongue.
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;
3 Thus far His arm hath led us on;
Thus far we make His mercy known;
New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
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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 ;
The arrow is flown;
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
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.
Embalms the air, and paints the land;
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise:
Rom. xiii. 11. C. M, DODDRIDGE ? A WAKE se saints, and maise your eyes,
And raise your voices high ;
That shews salvation nigh.
Each moment brings it near ; Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year. -
Nor many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;
Ye mortal powers, decay ;
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,
God's judgment shall survey. 3 Yet, like an idle tale we spend
The ift-advancing year,
The speed of its career.
Its great concern to see ;
And give the year to Thee.
If future years arise ;
To joy that never dies.
DAYS OF HUMILIATION.
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.
And here our kindred dwell :
Another land so well ?
3 O guard our shores from every foe,
With peace our borders bless;
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.
Upon our Sabbaths smile;
And bless our native isle.
Our country we commend;
Her everlasting friend.
810 Jonah 14.8.
Who in Thy presence stand,
For this our sinful land.
Fall low before Thy throne;
The church's, and our own. 3 Great God of Hosts, deliverance bring;
Guide those who hold the helm ;
And spare the guilty realm.
And we must feel the rod,
To our correcting God.