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HYMN 67. L. M. [#]

God of the Seasons.
1 JEHOVAH bids the morning ray

Smile in the east, and bring the day :
He guides the sun's declining wheels

Over the tops of western hills.
2 Seasons and times obey his voice;

The evening and the morn rejoice
To see the earth made soft with showers,

Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers. 3 'Tis from his watery stores on high

He gives the thirsty land supply ;
His silent dews enrich the ground,

And shed the hopes of harvest round.
4 The desert grows a fruitful field;

Abundant fruit the valleys yield;
The vales resound with cheerful voice,

Till distant hills repeat their joys.
5 His works pronounce his power divine ;

On every field his glories shine ;
Through every month his gifts appear,
And joy and goodness crown the year.

HYMN 68. C. M. [#]

God rules the Seasons.
1 WITH songs and honours sounding loud,

Address the Lord on high ;
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,

And waters veil the sky.

2 He sends his showers of blessing down,

To cheer the plains below;
He makes the wood the mountains crown,

And grass in valleys grow.
3. His steady counsels change the face

Of the declining year ;
He bids the sun cut short his race,

And wintry days appear.
4 He sends his sun to melt the snow,-

The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer winds to blow,

And bids the spring return.
5 The changing wind, the flying cloud,

Obey his sovereign word ;
With songs and honours sounding loud,

Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

HYMN 69. S. M. [ #]

Blessings of Spring.
1 Good is the heavenly King,

Who makes the earth his care,
Visits the pastures every spring,

And bids the grass appear.
2 The clouds, when raised on high,

Pour out, at thy command,
Their watery blessings from the sky,

To cheer the thirsty land.
3 The ridges of the field

Permit the corn to spring;
The valleys rich provision yield;

The joyful labourers sing.

4 The hills, on every side,

Rejoice at falling showers :
The meadows, dressed in all their pride,

Perfume the air with flowers.
5 The clods, refreshed with rain,

Promise a joyful crop ;
The thirsty grounds look green again,

And raise the reaper's hope.
6 The months thy goodness crowns;

How bounteous are thy ways !
The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs,

And shepherds shout thy praise.

HYMN 70. 61. L. M. [#]

The Seasons. 1 Look through creation, and behold

The wonders of Almighty power; Eternal wisdom's works unfold

In every leaf, in every flower : There is a God, all good, all wise, The

very meanest insect cries. 2 Seasons, revolving in their spheres,

A thousand rural beauties bring; But loveliest of the group appears

The green-dressed beauty, charming Spring; The music of whose morning voice

Bids all the sons of earth rejoice. 3 Winter is death, when Nature mourns

To see her offspring lifeless lie; Summer and Autumn weep, by turns,

To see their children droop and die;

But Spring revives their hopes again,

And breathes new life through every vein. 4 How emblematic of that day,

The glorious resurrection morn,
When, decked in brighter robes than May,

In robes that angel hosts adorn,
The soul, redeemed, shall burst its tomb,
And in immortal glory bloom !


HYMN 71. H. M. [#]

Glory of God's Works.
1 Ye realms below the skies,

Your Maker's praises sing;
Let boundless honours rise

To heaven's eternal King.
O, bless his name, whose love extends
Salvation to the world's far ends.
2 Give glory to the Lord,

Ye kindreds of the earth ;
His sovereign power record,

And show his wonders forth,
Till heathen tongues his grace proclaim,
And every heart adores his name.
3 'Tis he the mountains crowns

With forests waving wide

'Tis he old ocean bounds,

And heaves her roaring tide;
He swells the tempests on the main,
Or breathes the zephyr o'er the plain.
4 Still let the waters roar,

As round the earth they roll .; ;
His praise for evermore

They sound, from pole to pole.
'Tis Nature's wild, unconscious song,
O'er thousand waves, that floats along.
5 His praise, ye worlds on high,

Display, with all your spheres,
Amid the darksome sky,

When silent night appears.
O, let his works declare his name
Through all the universal frame !

HYMN 72. S. M. [#]

Praise to the Creator.

How wondrous is thy name !
Thy glories how diffused abroad

Through all creation's frame ! 2 Nature in every dress

Her humble homage pays;
In thousand forms her ways express

Thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing

To her Creator too :
Fain would my tongue adore my King,

And pay the homage due.

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