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He calls, and at his voice come forth
2. His cov❜nant with the earth he keeps ; My tongue his goodness sing; Summer and winter know their time, His harvest crowns the spring.
3. Well pleas'd the toiling swains behold
4. Thus teach me gracious God, to sow
5. Then, in the last great harvest, I
Hymn 410. c. M.
TERN Winter throws his icy chains
How bleak, how comfortless the plains,
2. The sun withdraws his vital beams,
3. My heart, where mental winter reigns In night's dark mantle clad,
Confin'd in cold inactive chains
4. Return, O blissful Sun, and bring,
This mental winter shall be spring,
5. O happy state, divine abode,
6. Great source of light, thy beams display,
And guide me to the seats of day,
Hymn 411. L. M.
The Seasons crowned with goodness, Psalm lxv. 1}-
Thro' all our coasts redundant stores;
4. Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days
Hymn 412. c. M.
W Address the Lord on high ;
"Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky.
2. He sends his show'rs of blessings down To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
3. He gives the grazing ox his meat,
But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
4. His steady counsels change the face
He bids the sun cut short his race,
5. His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
6. When from his dreadful stores on high
The wretch that dares his God defy,
7. He sends his word, and melts the snow; The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
8. The changing wind, the flying clo, Obey his mighty word:
With songs and honours sounding loud
7. PARTICULAR PROVIDENCES.
Hymn 413. L. M.
National Judgments deprecated, and national mercies Amos iii. 1-6.
WHILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord,
Before thy throne of grace we fall;
4. See, we repent, we weep, we mourn, To our forsaken God we turn;
O spare our guilty country, spare
6. These pleas presented at thy throne
Hymn 414. c. M.
DEATH with his dread commission seal'd,
Now hastens to his arms;
In awful state he takes the field,
2. Attendant plagues around him stand,
3. With cruel force he scatters round
While the grave waits its destin'd prey,
4. Look up, ye heirs of endless joy, Nor let your fears prevail; Eternal life is your reward,
When life on earth shall fail.
5. What tho' his darts, promiscuous hurl'd,
6. The arrows that shall wound your flesh,
Dipt in the great Redeemer's blood,
7. These, with a gentle hand, he throws,
But heav'nly strength supports their souls,
8. Joyful they stretch their wings abroad,
To the fair palace of their God,
Hymn 415. c. M.
1. LORD, I am pain'd; but I resign
'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine,
2. Dark are thy ways of providence, While they who love thee groan :