HYMN XLIV.

C. M.

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 mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

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

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

4 These various mercies from above
Matur'd 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;

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Seed-time, nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter, fails.

HYMN XLV.

P. M.

BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound!
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,-

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The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood
Through ev'ry land proclaim:
The year of Jubilee, &c.

Jesus, our great High-Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls, be glad!
The year of Jubilee, &c.

1 AWAKE, our souls, and bless his name,
Whose mercies never fail;
Who opens wide a door of hope
In Achor's gloomy vale.

2 Behold the portal wide display'd,
The buildings strong and fair;
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.

3 Enter my soul, with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the door;
Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor fear the lion's roar.

4 O may thy grace the nations lead,
And Jews and Gentiles come,

All travelling through one beauteous gate
To one eternal home.

1 Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy side, a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath, and make me pure.

2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no langour know,
This for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

HYMN XLVIII.

C. M.

1 JESUS, Thou "Man of sorrows," born To suff'ring here below,

To toil through poverty and scorn,
Through weakness, and through wo:--

2 Immanuel! who, by every grief,
By each temptation tried,

Hast liv'd to yield our wants relief,
And, to redeem us, died!

3 If, gaily cloth'd, and proudly fed,
In careless ease we dwell;
Remind us of thy manger-bed,
And lowly cottage-cell.

4 If, press'd by penury severe,
In envious want we pine,

May conscience whisper in our ear,
A poorer lot was thine.

5 From all the viewless snares of sin,
Preserve us firm and free;

As Thou, like us, hast tempted been,
May we rejoice with Thee.

HYMN XLIX.

1 My few revolving years,

S. M.

How swift they glide away! How short the term of life appears, When past-but as a day!

2 A dark and cloudy day,

Made up

of grief and sin,

A host of enemies without,

Distressing fears within.

3 Lord, through another year,
If Thou permit my stay,
With diligence may I pursue
The true and living way!

HYMN L. L. M.

1 BEFORE Jehovah's aweful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and He destroy.

2 His Sov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep westray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs;

High as the heav'ns our voices raise;

And earth with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

4 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love:

Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.

HYMN LI. C. M.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign: