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 the lowest seat; We'll shout thy praise, and join the song Of the triumphant, holy throng.

HYMN 520. C. M.

Springfield. Wareham. Barby.
Winter.

1 SEE, how rude winter's icy hand
Has stripp'd the verdant ground!
But spring will soon his rage withstand,
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!

HYMN 521. C. M.

Colchester. York.

Newton.

Spring, or return of joy.

1 AT length the wish'd for spring has come; How alter'd is the scene!

The trees and shrubs are dress'd in bloom,
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.

Old Hundred. Bath. Leeds.

Strong.

Summer, or the great Harvest. Matt. xiii. 39. 1 THE summer harvest spreads the field, Mark-how the whitening hills are turn'd! Behold them to the reapers yield ;—

The wheat is sav'd-the tares are burn'd. 2 Thus the great Judge with glory crown'd, Descends to 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; 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."

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 and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the cheerful homage paid,
With morning light and ev'ning shade.

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.
Newton.

HYMN 524.

C. M.

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.

Chapel. Walsal.

Cowper.

1 COME, Lord, and bless the rising race! Make this a happy hour,

According to thy richest grace,
And thine almighty pow'r.

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 ear,

"Prepare to meet thy God!"

HYMN 526. 10, 5, 11. Har. Sacra.

New Year. Amesbury.

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 eternity's near.