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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.

« 6 O God of nature and of grace,

Thy heavenly gifts impart ;
• — Then shall my meditation trace

Spring, blooming in my heart.
o 7 Inspired to praise, I then shall join

Glad nature's cheerful song ;
B And love and gratitude divine

Attune my joyful tongue. Steele.

HYMN 207. 8s. Uxhridge. [*]
Spring.

1 XTrOW sweetly, along the gay mead,
JLA The daisies and cowslips are seen !

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

2 The vines that encircle the bowers.
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 wonders can raise,.
And still can destroy with a nod.



636 HYMN 208, 209. Meot

My lips shall incessantly praise —
My soul shall rejoice in iny God.

HYMN 208. C. M. Doxology. [*]

Summer : a Harvest Hymn.
1 r I lO praise the ever-bounteous Lord^

J_ My soul, wake all thy po-^ers :
He calls — and at his voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours,
g 2 His covenant with the earth he keeps j
My tongue J his goodness sing;
Summer and winter know their time,
His harvest crowns the spring.
o 3 Well pleased 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 sowed in hope. Rippoif.

HYMN 209. C. M. Abridge, [b]

Prayer for Rain.

1 TVr^^ ^^y ^^^ Lord of earth and skies
_L 1 Regard us when we call ;

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

2 On thee, our God, we all depend,
For life, and health, and food •

O make refreshing showers descen^^
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 raiHj,
On Zion's drooping field :

So shall our souls revive again,
And fruit abundant yield.



Select. HYMN 210, 211. 637

o 5 Then smiling natiu'e shall express
Her mighty Maker's praise ;
And we, the children of thy grace,

Join her harmonious lays. Bukder's Coi.,

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

Autumn.

1 C|EE how brown autumn spreads the field I

k3 Mark — how the whitening hills are turned *
Behold them to the reapers yield, —
The wheat is saved — the tares are burned.

e 2 Thus tlie great Judge, witli glory crowned.

Descends to reap the ripened earth ;
g Angelic guards attend him down,

The same who sang his humble birth.

3 In sounds of glory bear him speak,

d " Go search around the flaming world ;
" Haste — call my saints to rise, and take
" The seats from which their foes were hurled.

4 " Go, burn the chaiF in endless fire,

" In flames unquenched consume each tarej

" Sinners must feel my holy ire,

" And sink in guilt — to deep despair."

a 5 Thus ends the harvest of the eailh : — ■
— Angels obey the awful voice ;
d They save the wheat — they burn the cbafF; —
g All heaven approves the sovereign choice.

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

Winter.

1 C<TERN Winter throws his icy chains,
O Encircling nature round ;
p How bleak, how comfortless the plains,
Late with gay verdure crowned !

e 2 The sun witlidraws his vita] beams.
And light and warmth depart ;
And drooping, lifeless nature seems
An emblem of my heart.

3 My heart, where mental winter reigna-
In night's dark mantle clad j
p Confined in cold inactive chains —
How desolate and sad '
12*



HYMN 21^, 213. Selecl

-r-4 Return, O blissful Sun, and bring
Thy soul-reviving ray ;
This mental winter shall be spring,
This darkness cheerful day.

o 5 O happy state — divine abode,
Where spring eternal reigns,
And perfect day, the smile of God,
Fills all the heavenly plains.

g 6 Great Source of light, thy beams display^
My drooping joys restore ;
And guide me to the seats of day,
Where winters frown no more.

HYMN 212. C. M. Canterbury, [h *]

Swiftness of Time. New Year.

\ BJ EMARK, my soul, the narrow bound
JlV Of the revolving year j
e How swift the weeks complete their round I
How short the months appear !

d 2 So fast eternity comes on —
And that important day,
When all that mortal life hath done,
God's judgment shall survey.

6 3 Yet, like an idle tale, we pass
The swift revolving year ;
And study artful ways to increase
The speed of its career.

—4 Waken, O God, my careless heart.
Its great concerns to see ;
That I may act the Christian part,
And give the year to thee.

5 So shall their course more grateful roll,^
If future years arise ;
Or this shall bear my waiting soul

To joy beyond the skies. Doddridgb>,

HYxMN 213. L. M. Castle Street. [*]

Help obtained of God. JVew Year.

1 /^ REAT God, we sing that mighty hand,

VX By which supported still we stand !
The opening year thy mercy shows ;
Let mercy crown it till it cIosq.



Select. HYMN 214.



^ 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God j
By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel led.

r— 3 With grateful hearts the past we own j
The future — all to us unknown,
We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.

4 In scenes exalted or depressed,
Be thou our joy, and thou our rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.

e 5 When death shall interrupt our songs,

And seal in silence mortal tongues,
g Our Helper, God, in whom we trust,

In better v/orlds our souls shall boast.

Rippon's Coi..

HYMN 214. 10 &L 11. Walworth. [*]
Goodness of God. JVew Year.

1 "IITOUSE of our God, with cheerful antheiiis rin^y
JLJL While all our lips and hearts his graces sing j

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 j
Ye seraphs bright, on ever-blooming hills.

His honours Scound ; you to whom good alone,
Unmingied, ever-growing, has been known :
Through your immortal life, with love increasing,
Proclaim your Maker's goodness — never ceasing.

3 Thou earth, enlightened by his rays divine,
Pregnant with grass, and corn., and oil, and wine.
Crowned with his goodness, let thy nations meet,^
And lay their crowns at his paternal feet ;

With grateful love that liberal hand confessing,
Which through each heart diffuses every blessing,
4 Zion, enriched with his distinguished grace,
Blest with the rays of thine Emmanuel's face—
Zion, Jehovah's portion and delight.
Graven on his hands, and hourly in his sight,
Q In sacred strains, exalt that grace excelling,
Which makes thy humble hill his chosen dwellmgi.



640 HYMN 215, 216. Select.

—5 His mercy never ends — the dawn, the shade

Still see new beauties thro' new scenes displayed *
Succeeding ages bless 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 6 Burst into praise, my soul, all nature join ;

Angels and men, in harmony combine :
e While human years are measured by the sun,

And while Eternity its course shall run —
g His goodness, in perpetual showers descending.
Exalt in songs and raptures never ending.

DODDRIDGB,

HYMN 215. C. M. Sunday. [*]
Close of the Year.
1 A WAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
J\. And raise your voices high ;
o Awake and praise that sovereign love

That shows 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 revealed

To our admiring eyes.
o 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course,
e Ye mortal powers, decay ;
— Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day. Doddridgs.

HYMN 216. L. M. Carthage, [b]

Importance of Time.

e 1 £^ TIME, how few thy value weigh !

V-^ How few will estimate a day !
e Days, months, and years, are rolling on,
a The soul neglected — and undone.

— 2 In painful cares, or empty joys,
Our life its precious hours destroys ;
Whilst death stands watching at our side,^
Eager to stop the living tide.



Select. HYMN 217, 64|

e 3 Was it for this, ye mortal race,
Your Maker gave you here a place ?
Was it for this his thoughts designed
The frarae of your immortal mir^d ?

d 4 For nobler cares, for joys sublime,
He fashioned all the sons of time ;
Pilgrims on earth ; but soon to be —
The heirs of immortality.

S This season of your being, know.
Is given to you your seeds to sow ;
Wisdom's and folly's differing grain,
In future worlds, is bliss, and pain.

e 6 Then let me every day review,

Idle or busy, search it through ;,
— And whilst probation's minutes last,

Let every day amend the past. Scorf

"- z g»

HYMN 217. C. P. M. Pilgrim, [b]

Serious Prospect of Eternity.

ell" O '• o^ ^ narrow neck of land,

■ i.i 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand-
p Yet how insensible !
— A point of time — a moment's space — :
o Removes me to yon heavenly place,
e Or — shuts me up in hell !

— 2 O God, my inmost soul convert,

And deeply in my thoughtless heartj,
Eternal things impress ;

Give me to feel their solemn weighty

And save me, ere it be too late —
o Wake me to righteousness.

— 3 Before me place, in bright array,
The pomp of that tremendous day.

When thou with clouds shalt comej,
To judge the nations at thy bar ; —
e And tell me, Lord, shall 1 be there,
To meet a joyful doom ?

—4 Be tliis my one great business here^,
With holy trembling, holy fear.

To make my calling sure !
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill.
And suffer all thy righteous will^

And to the end endure [



642 HYMN 218, 219. Select.

o 5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live,
And reign •with, thee above ;
g Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope, in full, supreme delight.

And everlasting love. Rippon's Col.

HYMN 218. 8 & 7. Sicilian. [*]
Eternity joyfully anticipated.

1 TN this w^orld of sin and sorrow,

A Compassed round with many a care,
From eternity we borrow

Hope that can exclude despair.

2 Thee, triumphant God and Saviour,
In the glass of faith we see !

assist each faint endeavour !
Raise our earth-born souls to thee

e 3 Place that awful scene before us.

Of the last tremendous day, —
— When to life thou wilt restore us :
o Lingering ages haste away.

4 When this vile and sinful nature
Incorruption shall put on :
—Life renewing, glorious Saviour,

Let thy glorious will be done. Madan's Col
■ »

HYMN 219. C. M. Plymouth, [b]
Old Jlge approaching.

1 1^ TERNAL God, enthroned on high !
JCj Whom angel hosts adore ;

Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh.
Thy presence I implore.

2 O guide me down the steep of age.
And keep my passions cool :

Teach me to scan the sacred page.
And practise every riile.

3 My flying years time urges on.
What's human must decay ;

e My friends, my young companions gone —
Can I expect to stay ?

6 4 Can I exemption plead, when Death
Projects his awful dart ?



Select. HYMN 220, 221. 643

Can med'cines then prolong my breath,
Or virtue shield my heart ?

— 5 Ah, no ! — then smooth the mortal hour j
On thee my hope depends :
Support me with almighty power.
While dust to dust descends.

o 6 Then shall my soul, O gracious God !
(While angels join the lay,)
Admitted to the blest abode,
Its endless anthems pay : —

o 7 Through heaven, howe'er remote the bound,

Thy matchless love proclaim ;
g And join the choir of saints, who sound

Their great Redeemer's name. Rippon's Coi.

HYMN 220. C. M. Bisliopsgate. [b]

. Warning to prepare for Death.

1 "^rAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear —

▼ Repent ! — thy end is nigh !
Death, at the farthest, can't be far ;
Oh, think before thou die !

2 Reflect — thou hast a soul to save :
Thy sins — how high they mount !

What are thy hopes beyond the grave .'*
How stands that dread account 1

3 Death enters — and there's no defence :
His time, there's none can tell :

He'll in a moment call thee hence,
To heaven — or to hell !

4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care,
Shall crav/ling worms consume ;

But, ah ! destruction stops not there —
Sin kills beyond the tomb.

5 To-day the gospel calls ; — to-day,
Sinners, it speaks to you :

Let every one forsake his way.

And mercy will ensue. Hart.

HYMN 221. C. M. Windsor, [b]
Death and Judgment appointed to Ml. Heb. ix. 27.
1 TTEAVEN has confirmed the dread decree,
XX That Adam's race must die :



644 HtMN 223, 223. Select.

One general rum sweeps them down —
And low in dust they lie,

2 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must shortly dwell ;

« Hark ! how the awful summons sounds,
In every funeral knell !

3 Once you must die — and once for all ;
The solemn purport weigh :

For know, that heaven or hell is hung,
On that important day !

4 Those eyes so long in darkness Veiled,
Must wake the Judge to see ;

And every word — and every thought- —
Must pass his scrutiny.

^=-5 O may I in the Judge behold

My Saviour and my Friend ;
d And, far beyond the reach of death,

With all his saints ascend. Doddriogs.

HYMN 222. L. M. Islington, [*]

Desiring to depart and be with Christ. Phil. i. 23.

1 '¥"¥7"HILE on the verge of life I stand,
W And view the scenes on either hand,

My spirit struggles with my clay ;

And longs to wing its flight away.
o 2 Come, ye angelic guardians, come^

And lead the willing pilgrim home ;
; — Ye know the way to Jesus' throne.

Source of my joys and of your own.
fe 3 The blissful interview, how sweet,

To fall transported at his feet ;
V Raised in his arms to view his face,

Through the full beamings of his grace.
•^4 Yet, with these prospects full in sight,

I'll wait thy signal for my flight ;

For, while thy service I pursue,

I find my heaven begun below. Doddridob.

«• — ■"

HYMN 223. C. M. St. Paul's, [b *]

Death welcomed : Heaven anticipated.
1 A ND let this feeble body fail,

XjL And let it faint and die ;
My soul shall quit the mournful vail^

And soar to worlds oi high : —



Select. HYMN 224. 645

2 Shall join the disembodied saints,

And find its long-sought restj
(That only bliss for which it pants,) ''

In the Redeemer's breast.

o 3 In hope of that immortal crown,
I How the cross sustain ;
And gladly wander up and down.
And smile at toil and pain.

4 1 suffer on my threescore years,

Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
e 5 O, what hath Jesus bought for me '
Before my ravished eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of Paradise.
o 6 I see a world of spirits bright j

Who taste the pleasures there j
o They all are robed in spotless WhitCj
And conquering palms they bear.
< — 7 O what are all my sufferings here^
If, Lord, thou count me meet.
With that enraptured host t' appearj
And worship at thy feet !

8 Give joy or grief, give ease or pairlj

Take life and friends away ;
But let me find them all again,

In that eternal day.



HYMN 224. L. M. Carthage, [b *]
Death of the Sinner and Saint.

1 "^XrH AT scenes of horror and of dread—

Y Y Await the sinner's dying bed !
Death's terrors all appear in sight.
Presages of eternal night i

2 His sins in dreadful order rise,
And fill his soul with sad surprise ;
Mount Sinai's thunders stun his ears.
And not one ray of hope appears.

3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast \
Where'er he turns he finds no rest :

Death strikes the blow — he groans and Cries-^"
And, in despair and horror — dies.
Select. 13



646 HYMN 225, 226. Select

—4 Not so the heir of heavenly bliss :

His soul is filled, with conscious peace ,

A steady faith subdues his fear ;

He sees the happy Canaan near.
b 5 His mind is tranquil and serene,

No terrors in his looks are seen ;

His Saviour's smile dispels the gloom,

And smooths his passage to the tomb.
—6 Lord, make my faith and love sincere,

My judgment sound, my conscience clear ;

And when the toils of life are past,

May I be found in peace at last. Fawcett.

HYMN 225. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]

Infants, living or dying, in the Arms of Christ.

1 FT^HY life 1 read, my dearest Lord,

JL With transport all divine ;
Thine image trace in every word,
Thy love in every line.

2 With joy I see a thousand charms,
Spread o'er thy lovely face ;

While infants in thy tender arms.
Receive the smiling grace.

d 3 '' I take these little lambs," said he,
* And lay them in my breast ;
" Protection they shall find in me —
' In me be ever blest.

' Death may the bands of life unloose,

' But can't dissolve my love ;
" Millions of infant souls compose

' The family above.

' Their feeble frames my power shall raise,

' And mould with heavenly skill :
*' I'll give them tongues to sing my praise,

" And hands to do my will."
6 His words, ye happy parents, hear,

And shout, with joys divine,
Dear Saviour, all we have and are,

Shall be forever thine. SteKNETT.

HYMN 226. C. M. Canterbury, [b *]

On the Death of Children. Isa. iv. 5.
1 'XT'E mourning saints, whose streaming tears
JL Flow o'er your children dead,



Select. HYMN 227. 647

Say not, in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are fled.

2 While cleaving to that darling dust,

In fond distress ye lie ;
Rise, and with joy, and reverence, view

A heavenly Parent nigh.

e 3 Though, your young branches torn away,

Like withered trunks ye stand ;
o With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,

Touched by th' Almighty's hand.

d 4 " I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,
" In my own house a place ;
'' No name of daughters and of sons,
" Could yield so high a grace.

5 " Transient and vain is every hope

" A rising race can give ;
" In endless honour and delight,

'' My children all shall live."

— 6 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears.

Through which thy face we see ;
o And bless those wounds which, through our hearts.

Prepare a way to thee. Doddridge



HYMN 227. C. M. Isle of Wight. [*]

Death of a Young Person.

1 1EX7"HEN blooming youth is snatched away

V T By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay.
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impressed

e With awful power — I too must die —
Sink deep in every breast.

e 3 Let this vain world engage no more :

Behold the gaping tomb 1
—It bids us seize the present hour !

To-morrow death may come.

4 The voice of this alarming scene

May every heart obey ;
Pfor be the heavenly warning vain,

Which calls to watch and pray, .



648 HYMN 228, 229. Select,

o 5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly,

Whose powerful arm can save ;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.
• — 6 Great God, thy sovereign grace impart.
With cleansing, healing povi^er ;
This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprising hour. Steele,

HYMN 228. C. M. Zion. [*]

Death of Pious Friends. 1 Thess. iv. 13, 14.
lAKE comfort, Christians, when your friends
In Jesus fall asleep ;
Their better being never ends ;
Then why dejected weep ?

2 Why inconsolable, as those
To whom no hope is given .''

Death is the messepger of peace.
And calls the soul to heaven.

3 As Jesus died, and rose again,
Victorious from the dead ;

o So his disciples rise and reign,

With their triumphant Head.
e 4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds

Christ shall with shouts descend;
g And the last trumpet's awful voice

The heavens and earth shall rend.
■!— 5 Then they who live shall changed be,

And they who sleep shall wake ;
o The graves shall yield their ancient charge j

And earth's foundation shake.
o 6 The saints of God, from death set free,

With joy shall mount on high ;
— The heavenly hosts, with praises loud,

Shall meet them in the sky.
7 A few short years of evil past,

We reach the happy shore ;
O Where death-divided friends, at last.

Shall meet to part no more. Scotch Par.

HYMN 229. C. M. St. Paul's, [b *]

Tlie Christian's Fare^oell.
1 "\7'E golden lamps of heaven, farewell,

JL With all your feeble light;
farewell, thou ever-changing moon.
Pale empress of the night.



Select. HYMN 230. 649

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames arrayed ;

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thy aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode ;

The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall see my God.

o 4 The Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display ;
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix.
With that unvaried day.

5 No more the drops of piercing grief

Shall swell into my eyes ;
Nor the meridian sun decline.

Amidst those brighter skies.

g 6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite ;
And each the bliss of all shall view,

With infinite delight. Doddridge.

HYMN 230. 8s. Consolation. [*]

Death Gain to a Believe}'.

1 TXOW blest is our friend — now bereft
JLi Of all that could burden his mind !

How easy his soul — that has left
This wearisome body behind !
Of evil incapable thou,
Whose relics with envy I see ;
No longer in misery now —
No longer a sinner like me.

2 This earth is affected no more
With sickness, or shaken with pain j
The war with the members is o'er.
And never shall vex him again.

No anger henceforward, nor shame,
Shall redden his innocent clay j
Extinct is the animal flame,
And passion is vanished away.

3 This languishing head is at rest j
Its thinking and aching are o'er ;
This quiet, immovable breast,

Is heaved by affliction no more.
13 *



«f» HYMN 231, 232. Select,

This heart is no longer the seat
Of trouble and torturing pain*
It ceases to flutter and beat —
It never shall flutter again,

4 The lids he so seldom could close,
By sorrow forbidden to sleep,
Sealed up in eternal repose,

Have strangely forgotten to weep.
The fountains can yield no supplies ;
These hollows from water are free ;
The tears are all wiped from these eyes,
And evil they never shall see.

5 To mourn and to sufler is mine,
While bound in a prison I breathe j
And still for deliverance pine,
And press to the issues of death.
What now with my tears I bedew,
Oh, shall I not erelong become .'*
My spirit created anew —

My body consigned to the tomb ! Whitefielik

HYMN 231. L. M. Sicilian, [b *]

A Funeral Hymn.

1 X TNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb,

vJ Take this new treasure to thy trust ;
And give these sacred relics room.
To seek a slumber in the dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose.

e 3 So Jesus slept ; — God's dying Son

Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed;
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.

o 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn j
Attend, O earth ! his sovereign word ;

Restore thy trust — a glorious form —

Called to ascend and meet the Lord. Watts.



HYMN 232. C. M. Sunday. [*]
Tlie Resurrection. 1 Cor. xv. 52 — 58.
HEN the last trumpet's awful voice
This rending earth shall shake—



^W



Select. HYMN 233. 651

When opening graves shall yield their charge,
And dust to life awake ; —

o 2 Those bodies, that corrupted fell,
Shall incorrupted rise ;
And mortal forms shall spring to life,
Immortal in the skies.

<— 3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung,

Is now at last fulfilled —
O That Death should yield his ancient reign.

And, vanquished, quit the field.

o 4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice,

And thus begin to sing ;
d " O Grave ! where is thy triumph now ?

" And where, O Death ! thy sting ?

5 " Thy sting was sin, and conscious guilt;
" 'Twas this that armed thy dart ;

*' The law gave sin its strength, and force,



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