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To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent pangs of strong desire.

2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.

3 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
Obscures the lustre of thy throne.

4 Around thy throne, grant we may meet,
And give us but £ seat;
We'll shout thy praise, and join the song
Of the triumphant, holy throng.

HYMN 520. C. M.
Springfield. Wareham. Barby.

1 SEE, how rude winter's icy hand Has stripp'd the verdant ground ! But spring will soon his rage withstand, 3: ... And spread new beauties round.

2 My soul a sharper winter mourns;
And fruitless I remain;
When will the gentle spring return,
The graces grow again?
3 Jesus, my glorious Sun, arise-
This frozen heart remove: -
O, hush these storms, and clear my skies.
And let me feel thy love! 389

HYMN 521. C. M. Newton. Colchester. York. Spring, or return of joy. 1 AT length the wish'd for spring has com How alter'd is the scene! The trees and shrubs are dress'd in bloo The earth array'd in green.

2 I see my Saviour from on high,
Break through the clouds and shine;

No creature now more bless'd than I,
No song more loud than mine.

3 Thy word does all my hopes revive; It overcomes my foes;

'. It makes my languid graces thrive. And blossom like the rose.

4 Dear Lord, a monument I stand, Of what thy grace can do ;

Uphold me by thy gracious hand,

Each changing season through.

HYMN 522. L. M. Strong. Old Hundred. Bath. I.eeds. Summer, or the great Harvest. Matt. xiii. : 1 THE summer harvest spreads the field, Mark-how the whitening hills are turn Behold them to the reapers yield:The wheat is sav’d—the tares are burn

2 Thus the great Judge with glory crown ": reap the ripen'd earth!


Angelic guards attend him down,
The same who sang his humble birth.

3 In sounds of glory hear him speak,
“Go search around the flaming world;
Hasve—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.”

5 Thus ends the harvest of the earth:-
Angels obey the awful voice;
They save the wheat, they burn the chaff;
All heav'n approves the sov’reign choice.

HYMN 523. L. M. Doddridge. Malmsbury. Spring. China. The Seasons. Ps. lxv. 11. 1 THE flow'ry spring at God's command, Perfumes the air, and paints the land; The summer rays with vigor shine, To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.

2 His hand in autumn richly pours,
Through all her coasts, redundant stores:
And winters, soften’d by his care,
No more the face of horror wear.

3 Seasons aud months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the cheerful homage paid;
With morning light and *:::"

- 4 And Oh, may each harmonious tongue In worlds unknown the praise prolong; And in those brighter courts adore,

Where days and years revolve no more.

HYMN 524. C. M. Newton.
Lutzen. Bray.
New Year.

1 NOW, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal,
And make thy glory known;
Now let us all thy presence feel,
And soften hearts of stone.

2. From all the guilt of former sin,
May mercy set us free;
And let the year we now begin,
Begin and end with thee.

3 Send down thy Spirit from above,
That saints may love thee more;
And sinners now may learn to love.
Who never lov’d before.

4 And when before thee we appear,
In our eternal home,
May growing numbers worship here,
And praise thee in our room.

HYMN 525. C. M. Cowper.
Chapel. Walsal.
1 COME, Lord, and bless the rising race!
Make this a happy hour,
Co- According to thy richest grace,

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2 Dear youth, we know your sinful state-
May God your hearts renew !
We would awhile ourselves forget,
To pour our pray'r for you.

3 We see, though you perceive it not,
Th' approaching awful doom!
Oh, tremble at the solemn thought,
And flee the wrath to come!

4 Dear Saviour, let this new born year
Spread an alarm abroad;
And cry in ev'ry careless car,
“Prepare to meet thy God!”

HYMN 526. 10, 5, 11. Har. Sacra. New Year. Annesbury. 1 COME, let us anew, Our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear; His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve By the patience of hope, and the labor of love

2 Our life is a dream;

Our time, as a stream,
Glides swiftly away;

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.
The arrow is flown,
The moment is gone,
The millenial year **-*

Rushes on to our view and eter: near.

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