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2 Hark! how the feathered warblers sing !
'Tis Nature's cheerful voice; Soft music hails the lovely spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.
3 Earth and her thousand voices give
Their thousand notes of praise; And all, that by his mercy live,
To God their offering raise.
4 O God of nature and of grace,
Thy heavenly gifts impart;
Spring, blooming in my heart.
Glad Nature's cheerful song, And love and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.
7 & 68. M.
i The leaves around me falling
Are preaching of decay;
“ Come, pilgrim, come away"
Says I must too decline;
Its lot foreshadows mine.
2 The light my path surrounding,
The loves to which I cling,
All, all, like stars at even,
Just gleam and shoot away,
And chide at my delay.
Are calling from on high,
Tempt sweetly to the sky:
'Mid scenes of death and sin ? O rise to glory, hither,
And find true life begin."
8 & 78. M.
Bp. HORNE. Autumn Warnings. 1 See the leaves around us falling,
Dry and withered to the ground, Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound: 2 " Sons of Adam, (once in Eden,
Where, like us, he blighted fell,) Hear the lesson we are reading;
Mark the awful truth we tell.
3 “ Youth, on length of days presuming,
Who the paths of pleasure tread; View us, late in beauty blooming,
Numbered now among the dead.
“What though yet no losses grieve you,
Gay with health and many a grace; Let not cloudless skies deceive you :
Summer gives to autumn place.
“ Yearly in our course returning,
Messengers of shortest stay,
Heaven and earth shall pass away.” 6 On the tree of life eternal,
O let all our hopes be laid ;
Bears a leaf that shall not fade.
H. M. 698.
On earth thy glories shine;
Thy skill and power divine.
The rolling years A God appears ;
Are full of thee.
We see thy beauty move;
Thy tenderness and love;
Then come, in robes of light,
The summer's flaming days;
Thy majesty displays;
Thy common bounty gives
To man, and bird, and beast,
And everything that lives.
With storms around thee cast;
Beneath thy northern blast.
For a New Year.
i Great God, we sing that mighty hand,
That mercy crowns it, till it close.
Still are we guarded by our God,
By his unerring counsel led.
The future, all to us unknown,
4 In scenes exalted or depressed,
Thou art our joy, and thou our rest;
5 When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues, Our helper, God, in whom we trust, In better worlds our souls shall boast.
i Our Father! through the coming year
We know not what shall be,
Its ordering to thee.
be we shall toil in vain
Deceive, and prove but care. 3 It may be it shall darkly blend
Our love with anxious fears,
The tried of many years.
And nights of lingering pain, And bid us take our farewell gaze
Of these loved haunts of men. 5 But calmly, Lord, on thee we rest;
No fears our trust shall move; Thou knowest what for each is best,
And thou art perfect love.