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8 Father in heav'n, thy will be done,-
I cheerfully resign;
This year, for ever thine.
194. The same. (L. M.)
REAT God ! let all my tuneful powers,
Awake, and sing thy mighty name: Thy band revolves my circling hours,
Thy hand from which my being came. 2 Seasons and moons still rolling round,
In beauteous order, speak thy praise ; And years, with smiling mercy crown'd,
To thee successive honours raise. 3 To thee I raise the annual song,
To thee the grateful tribute give; My God doth still my years prolong,
And ʼmidst unnumber'd deaths, I live. 4 He bids each season on my soul,
Its sweetest, kindest influence shed; And all the periods, as they roll,
Shower countless blessings on my head. 5 My life, my health, my friends, I owe,
All to thy vast, unbounded love; Ten thousand precious gifts below,
And hope of nobler joys above. 6 Thus will I sing, till nature cease,
Till sense and language are no more ;
Through everlasting years, adore.
195. New Year's Day; or, the right Improv
of Life. (C. M.) 1 AND is this life prolong’d to me? Shall I not then prepare to be
A fitter heir for heaven ?..
These golden hours be gone :
I bow before thy throne.
Through my Redeemer's blood :
The honours of my God.
With sin's deceitful toys :
Approach to heavenly joys.
The wonders of thy praise,
Where'er I spend my days.
And when I leave this state,
To bliss divinely great.
196. The Year crowned with the Divine Goodness.
Psalm lxv. 11. (L. M.) ITTERNAL source of every joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ; While in thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 While as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports the steady pole:
And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 The flowery spring at thy command,
Embalms the air, and paints the land;
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.
With opening light, and evening shade. 6 Here in thy house shall incense rise,
As circling sabbaths bless our eyes ;
Around thy board, and round our own. 70 may our more harmonious tongues, In worlds unknown pursue
songs ; And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and years' revolve no more.
197. Reflections on our Waste of Years. (C. 1 REMARK, my soul, the narrrow boun How swift the weeks complete their rouni
How short the months appear ! 2 So fast eternity comes on,
And that important day,
God's judgment shall survey. 3 Yet like an idle tale we pass,
The swift advancing year ;
The speed of its career.
Its great concern to see ;
And give the year to thee. 5 So shall their course more grateful roll, If future
To joy, that never dies.
198. A New Year's Thought and Prayer. (P.N 1 THE
VIME, by moments, steals away,
First the hour, and then the day;
2 But (may none of us forget)
It has left us much in debt;
3 Happy the believing soul!
Christ for you has paid the whole ;
Into prison you be cast !
Still be careless as before?
Let them find forgiveness too. 5 Spar'd to see another year,
Let thy blessing meet us here;