1. ALMIGHTY God! Thy Word is cast,
Like seed into the ground;

Now let the dew of heaven descend,
And righteous fruits abound.

2. Let not the foe of Christ and man,
This holy seed remove;

But give it root in every heart,
To bring forth fruits of love.

3. Let not the world's deceitful cares,
The rising plant destroy;
But let it yield, a hundred-fold,
The fruits of peace and joy.

4. Nor let thy Word, so kindly sent,
To raise us to Thy throne,
Return to Thee, and sadly tell
That we reject Thy Son.

5. Oft as the precious seed is sown,
Thy quickening grace bestow,
That all whose souls the truth receive,
Its saving power may know.

1. For ever blessed be the Lord,
My Saviour and my shield;

He sends His Spirit with His Word,
To arm me for the field.

2. When sin and hell their force unite,
He makes my soul his care;
Instructs me to the heavenly fight,
And guards me through the war.

3. A friend and helper so divine

Doth my weak courage raise;

He makes the glorious victory mine,
And his shall be the praise.

WATTS.

1. FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love!
How rich Thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim Thy constant care.

2. When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3. The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine, The plants in beauty grew;

Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.

4. These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5. We own and bless Thy gracious sway,
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter, fails.

1. SWEET is the mem'ry of Thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly King:
Let age to age Thy righteousness
In songs of glory sing.

2. God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies;

Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines,
And ev'ry want supplies.

3. How kind are Thy compassions, Lord!
How slow Thy judgments move!
But soon Thou send'st Thy pard'ning Word,
To cheer our souls with love. -

4. Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
But saints that taste Thy richer grace,
Delight to bless Thy name.