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He calls, and at his voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours.
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 erop:
Hymn 410. c. M. 1.
Encircling nature round:
Late with gay verdure crown'd! 2. The sun withdraws his vital beams,
And light, and warmth depart ;
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 ;
Fills all the heav'nly plains.
My drooping joys restore,
Where winter frowns no more.
Hymn 411. L. M. The Seasons crowned with goodness, Psalm lxv. lb.. 1.
Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2. The flow’ry Spring at thy command
Perfumes the air and paints the land;
To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 3. Thy hand, in Autumn, richly pours
Thro' all our coasts redundant stores;
No more the face of horror wear.
Demand successive songs of praise;
With morning light and evening shade. 5. Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes,
Hymn 412. c. M.
Address the Lord on high ;
Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky. 2: He sends his show'rs of blessings down
To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in vallies grow.
He hears the ravens cry ;
Should raise his honours high.
Of the declining year ;
And wintry days appear.
Descend and clothe the ground: The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.
He pours the rattling hail,
Shall find his courage fail. 7. He sends his word, and melts the snow;
The fields no longer mourn;
And bids the spring return.
Obey his mighty word:
7. PARTICULAR PROVIDENCES.
Hymn 413. L. M. National Judgments deprecated, and national mercies
pleaded. Amos iii. 1-6. 1. THILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord,
We view the terrors of thy sword: Oh! whither shall the helpless fly;
To whom but thee direct their cry? 2. The helpless sinner's cries and tears Are grown
familiar to thine ears; Oft has thy mercy sent relief,
When ail was fear and hopeless grief 3. On thee our guardian God we call,
Before thy throne of grace we fall;
And must we perish in despair?
To our forsaken God we turn;
The church which thou hast planted here. 5. We plead thy grace, indulgent God;
We plead thy Son's-atoning blood;
And are they unavailing pleas?
Have brought ten thousand blessings down
Hymn 414. C. M.
Now hastens to his arms;
And sounds his dire alarms,
2. Attendant plagues around him stand,
And wait his dread command ; And pains and dying groans obey
The signal of his hand.
His shafts of deadly pow'r ;
Impatient to devour.
Nor let your fears prevail ; Eternal life is your reward,
When life on earth shall fail. 5. What tho' his darts, promiscuous hurl'd,
Deal fatal plagues around ; And heaps of putrid carcases
O’erload the cumber'd ground ;
Were giv'n him from above,
And wing?d with grace and love.
And saints-lie gasping too;
And bears them conqu’rors thro'.
And all in triumph rise
And mansions in the skies.
Hymn 415. c. M. LMP bocan pain'd; but I resign 'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine,
Appoints the pains I feel. 2. Dark are thy ways of providence,
While they who love thee groan :