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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;
Then shall my meditation trace

Spring, blooming in my heart.
5 Inspired to praise, I then shall join

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;
The hollow winds are calling,

“ Come, pilgrim, come away"
The day, in night declining,

Says I must too decline;
The year its bloom resigning,

Its lot foreshadows mine.

2 The light my path surrounding,

The loves to which I cling,
The hopes within me bounding,
The joys that round me wing, -

All, all, like stars at even,

Just gleam and shoot away,
Pass on before to heaven,

And chide at my delay.
3 The friends gone there before me

Are calling from on high,
And happy angels o'er me

Tempt sweetly to the sky:
“ Why wait," they say, “and wither,

'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,
Thus we preach this truth concerning,

Heaven and earth shall pass away.” 6 On the tree of life eternal,

O let all our hopes be laid ;
This alone, for ever vernal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade.



H. M. 698.

Imitation of Thomson's Hymn on the Seasons.
LORD of the worlds below!

On earth thy glories shine;
The changing seasons show

Thy skill and power divine.
In all we see

The rolling years A God appears ;

Are full of thee.
Forth in the flowery spring

We see thy beauty move;
The birds on branches sing-

Thy tenderness and love;
Wide flush the hills; Devotion's calm
The air is balm : Our bosom fills.

Then come, in robes of light,

The summer's flaming days;
The sun, thine image bright,

Thy majesty displays;
And oft thy voice But still our souls
In thunder rolls; In thee rejoice.
4 In autumn, a rich feast

Thy common bounty gives


To man, and bird, and beast,

And everything that lives.
Thy liberal care, And harvest moon,
At morn and noon Our lips declare.
5 In winter, awful thou!

With storms around thee cast;
The leafless forests bow

Beneath thy northern blast.
While tempests lower, We homage bring,
To thee, dread King, And own thy power.

L. M.



For a New Year.

i Great God, we sing that mighty hand,
By which supported still we stand:
The opening year thy mercy shows;

That mercy crowns it, till it close.
2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,

Still are we guarded by our God,
By his incessant bounty fed,

By his unerring counsel led.
3 With grateful hearts the past we own;

The future, all to us unknown,
We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.

4 In scenes exalted or depressed,

Thou art our joy, and thou our rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.

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.

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i Our Father! through the coming year

We know not what shall be,
But we would leave without a fear

Its ordering to thee.

be we shall toil in vain
For what the world holds fair,
And all its good we thought to gain

Deceive, and prove but care. 3 It may be it shall darkly blend

Our love with anxious fears,
And snatch away the valued friend,

The tried of many years.
4 It may be it shall bring us days

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.


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