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THE YEAR. 573 J | . _____ |

$ 8 Well-pleased the husbandmen behold'

J II The waving yellow crop; j

i mf With joy they bear the sheaves away, *

I —■ And sow again in hope. f

* 4 Thus teach me, gracious God! to sow $ t The seeds of righteousness; * | mf Smile on my soul, and, with thy beams, f $ The ripening harvest bless. j


* R1 A HYMU 614, C. M. I I Ul~fe Seed Time and Harvest.

| m 1 TOUNTALN" of mercy, God of love I

$ -E. How rich thy bounties are;

\ The changing seasons, as they move

i Proclaim thy constant care.

t 2 When, in the bosom of the earth,

i The sower hid the grain,

| Thy goodness marked its secret birth,

> And sent the early rain.

j dol 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord 1 was thine;

| The plants in beauty grew;

I Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,

i And soft refreshing dew.

t — 4 These varied mercies, from above,

I Matured the swelling grain:

I A kindly harvest crowns thy love,

I And plenty fills the plain.

I 5 We own and bless thy gracious sway,

I Thy hand all nature hails:

| Seed time nor harvest, night nor day,

* Summer nor winter, fails.

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Upon the evil and the good,

Earth's teeming stores are thine. I

Thy covenant to man secures *

The harvest of his toil; I

Thy faithful word, while earth endures, j

With plenty clothes the soil. |

The wintry frost, the flowery prime, $

Alike thy laws obey: |

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Each herb and blossom knows its time, I

* And feels the quickening ray. \

* 4 Kevolving seasons still proclaim *

* Thine all-sustaining word; $ *t Seed time and harvest speak thy name,— \ i The promise-keeping Lord. $

I R1 A HYMN 616, C. M. I

{ 010 Close of the Year. *

I / 1 A "WAKE ye saints! and raise your eyes, *

'ijL And raise your voices high: J

Awake, and praise that sovereign love,

That shows salvation nigh. * J

mf 2 On all the wings of time it flies, \

Each moment brings it near; \

Then welcome each declining day, $

Welcome each closing year. |

3 Not many years their rounds shall run, j

Nor many mornings rise, 1

Ere all its glories stand revealed \

To our admiring eyes. i

4 Ye wheels of nature! speed }^our course, |

Ye mortal powers! decay; I

> Fast as ye bring the night of death, J

/ Ye bring eternal day.

HYMN 617, C. M. \

Time skortMan frail. *

m 1 THEE we adore, eternal Name! \

J- And humbly own to thee,'

p How feeble is our mortal frame, \

> What dying worms are we! * mp 2 The year rolls round, and steals away y

The breath that first it gave: |

Whate'er we do, where'er we be, I

> We 're traveling to the grave. \ mp 3 Good God! on what a slender thread |

Hang everlasting things! I

Th1 eternal state of all the dead, |

> Upon life's feeble strings. J < 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe, I

Attends on every breath,— I

And yet, how unconcerned we go, \

Upon the brink of death! |

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DEATH. 575

5 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense,

To walk this dangerous road;

And if our souls are hurried hence,

May they be found with God.


p -J o HYMN 618, L. M.

OlO Death and Burial of Saints.

mp 1 TTSTVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb!

<J 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,
p> While angels watch the soft repose.

mp 8 So Jesus slept;—God's dying Son

Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed! <. Kest here, blest saint!—till, from his throne,

mf The morning break, and pierce the shade.

/" 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn!
Attend, O earth! his sovereign word;
Restore thy trust;—a glorious form
Shall then arise to meet the Lord.

/* -i Q HYMN 619, 8s and 7s.

\j x *J Mourners Comforted.

m 1 /°tEASE, ye mourners! cease to languish,

\J O'er the grave of those you love;
mp Pain, and death, and night, and anguish,
— Enter not the world above.

mp 2 While our silent steps are straying,
p Lonely, through nightV Opening shade,

/ Glory's brightest beau* -splaying

Round th' immortal spirit's head.

;! mf 8 Light and peace at once deriving,

From the hand of God most high, In his glorious presence living, < They shall never—never die.

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| mf 4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding,

i Sickness there, no more can come;

| There, no fear of woe, intruding,

s Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom.

| m 5 Now, ye mourners! cease to languish,

I O'er the grave of those van love;

j Far removed from pain and anguish,

I < They are chanting hymns above.


| Aqa HYMH 620,0. M.

i O/wVy JDijing in the Lord.

* m 1 TTEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims

I > H. For all the pious dead;—

| < u Sweet is the savor of their names,

$ p And soft their sleeping-bed.

p 2 "They die in Jesus, and are blessed,—

How kind their slumbers are! — From sufferings, and from sins^ released,

And freed from every snare.

3 "Far from this world of toil and strife, They 're present with the Lord; The labors of their mortal life < End in a large reward."

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> 1 TITHY should our tears in sorrow flow,

— f T When God recalls his own;

> And bids them leave a world of woe,

< For an immortal crtfwn?

— 2 Is not e'en death a gain to those, Whose life to God was given?

Giadly to earth their eyes they close,

< To open them in heaven.

8 Their toils are past—their work is done,

And they are fully blest;

< They fought the fight, the vict'ry won,

> And entered into rest.

— 4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,— God has recalled his own;

But let our hearts, in every woe, ;( > Still'say,—" Thy will be done!"

* ftOO HYMN 622, CM.

* 0/^/w Prayer in View of Death.

\ aff 1 WKE^' bending o'er the brink of life, ** if My trembling soul shall stand,

} Waiting to pass death's awful flood,

| Great God! at thy command ;—

\ 2 When every long-loved scene of life

Stands ready to depart; < When the last sigh, that shakes the frame,

5 mf Shall rend this bursting heart ;

} 3 O thou great Source of joy supreme!

* — Whose arm alone can save,—

| Dispel the darkness, that surrounds

* > The entrance to the grave.

< > 4c Lay thy supporting, gentle hand

* p Beneath my sinldng head;

— And, with a ray of love divine, Illume my dying bed.

mp 5 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast,

> May I resign my breath,

< And, in thy fond embraces, lose

— "The bitterness of death."

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m 1 TTOW swift the torrent rolls,

-tl That bears us to the sea!

The tide which hurries thoughtless souls p To vast eternity!

— 2 Our fathers!—where are they,

With all they called their own?—
Their joys and griefs—and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honor—gone!

8 But joy or grief succeeds

Beyond our mortal thought,

> While still the remnant of their dust p Lies in the grave forgot.

mp 4 There, where the fathers lie, Must all the children dwell •

— Nor other heritage possess,

> But such a gloomy cell.

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