HYMN 204. 1. P. M. Devotion. [*]

Daily Duties.

1

Dependence and Enjoyment.

Rom. xiv, 8-Morning or Evening.

WHEN, streaming from the eastern skid',

The morning light salutes my eyes,

O Sun of Righteousness divine,

On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.

2 When, to heaven's great and glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring;

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, Ask mercy in my Saviour's name: Then, JESUS, sprinkle with thy blood, And be my Advocate with God. 3 As every day thy mercy spares Will bring its trials and its cares; O Saviour, till my life shall end, Be thou my counsellor and friend: Teach me thy precepts, all divine, And be thy great example mine. 4 When pain transfixes every part, And languor settles at the heart; When on my bed, diseas'd, oppress'd, I turn, and sigh, and long for rest; O great Physician! see my grief, And grant thy servant sweet relief. 5 Should poverty's consuming blow Lay all my worldly comforts low; And neither help, nor hope appear, My steps to guiae, my heart to cheer; Lord, pity, and supply my need, For thou on earth wast poor indeed. 6 Should Providence profusely pour Its various blessings in my store; O keep me from the ills, that wait On such a seeming prosperous state From hurtful passions set me free, And humbly may I walk with thee. 7 When each day's scenes and labours close. And wearied nature seeks repose, With para'ning mercy richly bless'd, Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest:

And as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.

8 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face, and sing thy praise.'

HYMN 205. C. M. Barby. St. Ann's. [*b}
Religion the One Thing needful.

1

RELIGION is the chief concern

Of mortals here below;

May I its great importance learn,
Its sovereign virtue know.

2 More needful this than glitt'ring wealth,
Or aught the world bestows;
Not reputation, food, or health,

Can give us such repose.

3 Religion should our thoughts engage Amidst our youthful bloom;

"Twill fit us for declining age,

And for the awful tomb.

4 Oh may my heart, by grace renew'd,
Be my Redeemer's throne!

And be my stubborn will subdu❜d,
His government to own.

5 Let deep repentance, faith and love,
Be join'd with godly fear;

And all my conversation prove

My heart to be sincere.

6 Preserve me from the snares of sin,
Through my remaining days;
And in me let each virtue shine,
To my Redeemer's praise.

7 Let lively hope my sour inspire;

Let warm affections rise;

And may I wait, with strong desire,
To mount above the skies.

Fawcett.

HYMN 206. C. M. Devizes. [*]

Spring

WHEN verdure clothes the fertile vale,
And blossoms deck the spray;

And fragrance breathes in every gale,
How sweet the vernal day!

e 2 Hark! how the feather'd warblers sing
'Tis nature's cheerful voice;
Soft music hails the lovely spring,
0 And woods and fields rejoice

-3 How kind the influence of the skies!
The showers, with blessings fraught,
Bid virtue, beauty, fragrance rise,
And fix the roving thought.

e 4 Then let my wondering heart confess,
With gratitude and love,

The bounteous Hand that deigns to bless
The garden, field, and grove.

g 5 That bounteous Hand my thoughts adore,
Beyond expression kind,

Hath better, nobler gifts in store,
To bless the craving mind.
e 6 O God of nature and of grace,
Thy heavenly gifts impart;
-Then shall my meditation trace
Spring, blooming in my heart.
o 7 Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song;

s And love and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.

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HYMN 207. 8's. Uxbridge. [*]

HOW

Spring.

OW sweetly, along the gay mead,
The daisies and cowslips are seen!

The flocks, as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the beautiful green!

2 The vines that encircie the bowers,

Steele.

The herbage that springs from the sod,-
Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flowers
All rise to the praise of my God.

e 3 Shall man, the great master of all,
The only insensible prove?

d Forbid it, fair gratitude's call

Forbid it, devotion and love.

g 4 The Lord, who such wonderɛ can ra.se And still can destroy with a ned;

My lips shall incessantly praise-
My soul shall rejoice in my God.

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HYMN 208. C. M. Doxology. [*]
Summer: a Harvest Hymn.

T

O praise the ever bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy powers:
He calls and at his voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours.

g 2 His cov'nant with the earth he keeps ;
My tongue, his goodness sing;
Summer and winter know their time,
His harvest crowns the spring.

o 3 Well pleas'd, the toiling swains behold
The waving, yellow crop;

With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.

e 4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow
The seeds of righteousness;

Smile on my soul, and with thy beams,
The ripening harvest bless.

• 5 Then in the last great harvest, I
Shall reap a glorious crop;

The harvest shall by far exceed
What I have sow'd in hope.

HYMN 209. C. M. Abridge.
Prayer for Rain.

Rippon

[b]

1 NOW may the Lord of earth and skies Regard us when we call ;

'Tis he who bids the vapours rise,
And showers abundant fall.

2 On thee, our God, we all depena
For life, and health, and food:
Oh make refreshing showers descend
And crown the year with good.
3 The evil and the just partake
These bounties of thy hand;
Nor will a God of love forsake
This long indulged land.

4 Let grace come down, like copious rain,
On Zion's drooping field:

So shall our souls revive again,

And fruit abundant yield.

o 5 Then smiling nature shall express
Her mighty Maker's praise;
And we, the children of thy grace,
Join her harmonious lays.

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Burder's Col

HYMN 210. L. M. Psalm 97th. [* b]

Artumn.

SEE how brown autumn 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. 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 cbey the awful voice;

d They save the wheat-they burn the chaff,g All heaven approves the sovereign choice.

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HYMN 211. C. M. Hymn 2d. [b *]

Winter.

STERN winter threws his icy chains,
Encircling nature round;

p How bleak, how comfortless the plains,
Late with gay verdure crown'd!

e 2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,
And light and warmth depart;

And drooping, lifeless nature seems
An emblem of my heart.

3 My heart, where menta! winter reigns,
In night's dark mantle clad;

p Confin'd in cold inactive chainsHow desolate and sad!