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HYMN 67. L. M. [#]
God of the Seasons.
Smile in the east, and bring the day :
Over the tops of western hills.
The evening and the morn rejoice
Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers. 3 'Tis from his watery stores on high
He gives the thirsty land supply ;
And shed the hopes of harvest round.
Abundant fruit the valleys yield;
Till distant hills repeat their joys.
On every field his glories shine ;
HYMN 68. C. M. [#]
God rules the Seasons.
Address the Lord on high ;
And waters veil the sky.
2 He sends his showers of blessing down,
To cheer the plains below;
And grass in valleys grow.
Of the declining year ;
And wintry days appear.
The fields no longer mourn;
And bids the spring return.
Obey his sovereign word ;
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.
HYMN 69. S. M. [ #]
Blessings of Spring.
Who makes the earth his care,
And bids the grass appear.
Pour out, at thy command,
To cheer the thirsty land.
Permit the corn to spring;
The joyful labourers sing.
4 The hills, on every side,
Rejoice at falling showers :
Perfume the air with flowers.
Promise a joyful crop ;
And raise the reaper's hope.
How bounteous are thy ways !
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,
In robes that angel hosts adorn,
GOD'S WORKS PRAISE HIM.
HYMN 71. H. M. [#]
Glory of God's Works.
Your Maker's praises sing;
To heaven's eternal King.
Ye kindreds of the earth ;
And show his wonders forth,
With forests waving wide
'Tis he old ocean bounds,
And heaves her roaring tide;
As round the earth they roll .; ;
They sound, from pole to pole.
Display, with all your spheres,
When silent night appears.
HYMN 72. S. M. [#]
Praise to the Creator.
How wondrous is thy name !
Through all creation's frame ! 2 Nature in every dress
Her humble homage pays;
Thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too :
And pay the homage due.