My lips shall incessantly praise- HYMN 208. C. M. Doxology. [*] T 10 praise the ever bounteous Lord, He calls and at his voice come forth g 2 His cov❜nant with the earth he keeps, o 3 Well pleas'd the toiling swains behold With joy they bear the sheaves away, eThus teach me, gracious God, to sow The harvest shall by far exceed 1 RIPPON. HYMN 209. C. M. Abridge. [b] NOW Prayer for Rain. JOW may the Lord of earth and skies 'Tis he who bids the vapours rise And showers abundant fall. 2 On thee, our God, we all depend, 3 The evil and the just partake, 4 Let grace come down, like copious rains, So shall our souls revive again, And fruit abundant yield. o 5 Then smiling nature shall express Her mighty Maker's praise; 1 And we, the children of thy grace, Join her harmonious lays. BURDER'S COL. Autumn. EE how brown autumn spreads the field, Mark-how the whitening hills are tura'd! Behold them to the reapers yield,— The wheat is sav'd-the tares are burn'd. e 2 Thus the great Judge with glory crown'd Descends to reap the ripen'd earth? g Angelic guards attend him down, The same who sang his humble birth. 3 In sounds of glory hear him speak, d "Go search around the flaming world; "Haste-call my saints to rise, and take "The seats from which their foes were hurl'd. 4 "Go, burn the chaff in endless fire, "In flames, unquench'd consume each tare; "Sinners must feel my holy ire, "And sink in guilt-to deep despair." a 5 Thus ends the harvest of the earth:-Angels obey the awful voice? d They save the wheat-they burn the chaff;— g All heaven approves the sov❜reign choice. 1 HYMN 211. C. M. Weldon. [b*] Winter. TERN winter throws his icy chains, p How bleak, how comfortless the plains, e 2 The sun withdraws his vital beams, And drooping, lifeless nature seems 3 My heart, where mental winter reigns p Confin'd in cold inactive chainsHow desolate and sad! -4 Return, O blissful Sun, and bring This mental winter shall be spring, o 5 O happy state-divine abode, g 6 Great Source of light, thy beams display, 1 HYMN 212. C. M. Canterbury. [b*] 1R of the revolving year; EMARK, my soul, the narrow bound, e How swift the weeks complete their round! How short the months appear. d 2 So fast eternity comes on- When all that mortal life hath done, e 3 Yet, like an idle tale, we pass -4 Waken, O God, my careless heart, That I may act the Christian part, o 5 So shall their course more grateful roll, If future years arise; Or this shall bear my waiting soul 1 To joy beyond the skies. DODDRIDGE. HYMN 213. L. M. Castle Street. [*] GREAT God, we that d REAT God, we sing that mighty hand, The opening year thy mercy shews; o 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, -3 With grateful hearts the past we own; We to thy guardian care commit, g Our Helper, God, in whom we trust, e 1 HYMN 214. 10 & 11. H Goodness of God. RIPPON'S COL Walworth. [*] New Year. OUSE of our God, with cheerful anthems ring, While all our lips and hearts his graces sing: The opening year his graces shall proclaim, And all its days be vocal with his name; The Lord is good-his mercy never ending; His blessings in perpetual showers descending. 2 The heaven of heavens he with his bounty fills: Ye seraphs bright, on ever blooming hills, His honours sound; you to whom good alone, Unmingled, ever-growing, has been known: Through your immortal life, with love increasing, Proclaim your Maker's goodness-never ceasing. 3 Thou earth, enlighten'd by his rays divine, Pregnant with grass, and corn, and oil and wine, Crown'd with his goodness,let thy nations meet, And lay their crowns at his paternal feet; With grateful love that lib'ral hand confessing, Which through each heart diffuses ev'ry blessing. 4 Zion, enrich'd with his distinguish'd grace, Blest with the rays of thine EMMANUEL's faceZion, Jehovah's portion and delight, Grav'n on his hands, and hourly in his sight, o In sacred strains, exalt that grace excelling, Which makes thy humble hill his chosen dwelling. 5 His mercy never ends-the dawn, the shade Still see new beauties through new scenes display'd; Succeeding ages biess this sure abode, And children lean upon their father's God. e The deathless soul through its immense duration, Drinks from this source immortal consolation. S e 6 Burst into praise, my soul, all nature join; Angels and men, in harmony combine: While human years are measur'd by the sun, And while ETERNITY its course shall rung His goodness, in perpetual showers descending, Exalt in songs and raptures never ending. DODDRIDGE. HYMN 215. C. M. Sunday. [*] 1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes, And raise your voices high; o Awake and praise that sovereign love, That shews salvation nigh. -2 On all the wings of time it flies, Each moment brings it near; o Then welcome, each declining day! Welcome, each closing year! -3 Not many years their rounds shall run, Nor many mornings rise; Ere all its glories stand reveal'd, To our admiring eyes. o 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course, e Ye mortal pow'rs decay; -Fast as ye bring the night of death, Ye bring eternal day. DODDRIDGE. [b] HYMN 216. L. M. Carthage. e 10 TIME, how few thy value weigh: How few will estimate a day! -2 In painful cares, or empty joys, |