11 mf 3 Well-pleased the husbandmen behold 4 Thus teach me, gracious God! to sow my 614 m 1 dol Smile on my soul, and, with thy beams, HYMN 614, C. M. Seed Time and Harvest. FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love! How rich thy bounties are; 2 When, in the bosom of the earth, Thy goodness marked its secret birth, 1 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord! was thine ; Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, 4 These varied mercies, from above, A kindly harvest crowns thy love, 5 We own and bless thy gracious sway, 615 m 1 HYMN 615, C. M. Fruitful Seasons from God. THOU who givést all their food!- Upon the evil and the good,— 2 Thy covenant to man secures The harvest of his toil Thy faithful word, while earth endures, 3 The wintry frost, the flowery prime, Each herb and blossom knows its time, 4 Revolving seasons still proclaim 616 f 1 Seed time and harvest speak thy name,- AWAKE HYMN 616, C. M. Close of the Year. WAKE ye saints! and raise your eyes, Awake, and praise that sovereign love, mf 2 On all the wings of time it flies, 3 Not many years their rounds shall run, Ere all its glories stand revealed 4 Ye wheels of nature! speed your course, 617 m 1 Fast as ye bring the night of death, THEE HYMN 617, C. M. Time short-Man frail. EE we adore, eternal Name! How feeble is our mortal frame, 2 The year rolls round, and steals away Whate'er we do, where'er wẹ be, 3 Good God! on what a slender thread 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe, And yet, how unconcerned we go, m 5 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense, 618 mp 1 DEATH. HYMN 618, L. M. Death and Burial of Saints. UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb! Take this new treasure to thy trust, 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, p> L mf fl Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed! 619 1 тр mp p f HYMN 619, 8s and 7s. Mourners Comforted. CEASE, ye mourners! cease to languish, the grave of those you love; Pain, and death, and night, and anguish, 2 While our silent steps are straying, Lonely, through night's deepening shade, Round th' immortal spirit's head. mf 3 Light and peace at once deriving, V mf 4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding, Sickness there, no more can come; Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom. 5 Now, ye mourners! cease to languish, 620 HYMN 620, C. M. Dying in the Lord. 1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims "Sweet is the savor of their names, 2 "They die in Jesus, and are blessed,— From sufferings, and from sins, released, 3 "Far from this world of toil and strife, 621 1 End in a large reward.” HYMN 621, C. M. Mourning with Hope. WHY should HY should our tears in sorrow flow, And bids them leave a world of woe, For an immortal crown? 2 Is not e'en death a gain to those, 3 Their toils are past--their work is done, They fought the fight, the vict'ry won, 4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,- But let our hearts, in every woe, Still say, 622 HYMN 622, C. M. Prayer in View of Death. aff 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, mf лла mp AVI My trembling soul shall stand, 2 When every long-loved scene of life When the last sigh, that shakes the frame, 3 O thou great Source of joy supreme! 4 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand 5 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast, 623 1 And, in thy fond embraces, lose HOW HYMN 623, S. M. Reflections on past Generations. OW swift the torrent rolls, The tide which hurries thoughtless souls 2 Our fathers!-where are they, With all they called their own?— Their joys and griefs--and hopes and cares, 8 But joy or grief succeeds Beyond our mortal thought, While still the remnant of their dust Lies in the grave forgot. 4 There, where the fathers lie, Must all the children dwell; Nor other heritage possess, |