Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

HYMN LXXXVII. (L.M.)

1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own almighty wings!
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the awful day,

4 Oh, let my soul on thee repose,

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep, that shall me more vig'rous make To serve my God, when I awake.

5 If in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

HYMN LXXXVIII. (c. M.)

1 God of our life! thy various praise
Let mortal voices sound:

Thy hand revolves our fleeting days,
And brings the seasons round.

2 To thee shall annual incense rise,
Our Father and our Friend;

While annual mercies from the skies
In genial streams descend.

3 In every scene of life thy care,
In every age we see;

And constant as thy favours are,
So let our praises be.

4. Still may thy love in every scene,
In every age appear;

And let the same compassion deign
To bless the op'ning year.

5 O keep this foolish heart of mine
From anxious passions free:
Each comfort teach me to resign,
And trust my all to thee.

6 If mercy smile, let mercy bring
My wand'ring soul to God:
And in affliction I shall sing,
If thou wilt bless the rod.

HYMN LXXXIX. (L. M.)

1 My helper God! I bless his name; The same his power, his grace the same: The tokens of his friendly care

Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 Amidst ten thousand snares I stand, Supported by his guardian hand; And see, when I survey my ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far his arm has led me on; Thus far I make his mercy known; And while I tread this desert land, New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 My grateful soul on Jordan's shore Shall raise one sacred pillar more;

Then bear, in his bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.

HYMN XC. (P. M. Haydn's.)

1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace :
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for ceaseless songs of praise:
Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,

Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home: Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, to save my soul from danger, Interpos'd his precious blood. 3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrain'd to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee! Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; Prone to leave the God I love! Here's my heart, Lord; take and seal it, Seal it from thy courts above.

HYMN XCI. (C. M.)

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 Help us to venture near thy throne,
And plead a Saviour's name;
For all that we can call our own,
Is vanity and shame.

3 From all the guilt of former sin
May mercy set us free;

And let the year we now begin,
Begin and end with thee.

4 Send down thy Spirit from above,
That saints may love thee more;
And sinners now may learn to love,
Who never lov'd before.

5 And when before thee we appear
In our eternal home,

May growing numbers worship here,
And praise thee in our room.

HARVEST.

[PSALMS 65, 145.]

HYMN XCII. (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;

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

4 Thy various mercies from above
Matur'd the swelling grain:

[thine;

A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless thy gracious sway;
Thy promise still is sure:

Seed-time and harvest, night and day,
And cold and heat endure.

DEATH & JUDGEMENT.
[PSALM 16, 17, 39, 50, 89, 90.-HYMNS 107,
109, 156, 158, 168, 193.]
HYMN XCIII. (C. M.)

1 THEE we adore, Eternal name!
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal franie,
What dying worms are we!

2 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're trav'lling to the grave.

3 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground,
To push us to the tomb.;
And fierce diseases wait around,

To hurry mortals home.

4 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on every breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

HYMN XCIV. (C. M.)

1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms?