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199. For a New Year. (P. M.) 1 W HILE each revolving day demands
V A grateful tribute from my hands,
For mercies rich and free:
For all his love to me?
A heart so hard and vile!
And heighten'd nature's smile!
In seasons that are past?
Throughout the year that's past.
Nor sing my Saviour's praise ;
And tuneful accents raise !
That this is not my home!
And guide me to the tomb!
00. The Blessings of the Spring. (C. M.)
1 CLOOD is the Lord, the heav'nly King,
W Who makes the earth his care,
And bids the grass appear.
Pour out, at thy command,
To cheer the thirsty land.
Permit the corn to spring; The valleys rich provision yield,
And the poor labourers sing. 4 The little hills on every side,
Rejoice at falling showers ; The meadows, drest in all their pride, .
Perfume the air with flowers. 5 The barren clods, refresh'd with rain,
Promise a joyful crop; The parching ground looks green again,
To raise the reaper's hope. 6 The various months thy goodness crowns;
How bounteous are thy ways ! The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout thy praise.
201. The Return of Spring. (S. M.)
O Seasons in order rise:
Through earth, and seas, and skies.
How warm the solar beams !
Descend in gentle streams.
Thy providential hand,
For men, enrich the land.
Of thine incarnate Son;
Through endless ages run. 202. Waiting for Spring. (L. M.) 1 THOUGH cloudy skies, and northern bla:
1 Retard the gentle spring awhile ;
Has brought the changing seasons round,
Perfume the air, and paint the ground. 3 The virtue of that first command,
I know still does, and will prevail,
Such changes are for us decreed ;
Thou know'st our winter has been long;
Spring. (C. M.)
Compell’d to yield the day :
Drives all the storms away.
How alter'd is the scene !
The earth array'd in green.
3 Where'er we tread, beneath our feet,
The flowers spontaneous spring ;
Invite our hearts to sing.
Oppress'd with sin and doubt;
Though all is spring without.
Break through these clouds, and shine! No creature then more blest than I,
No song more loud than mine.
Nor cowslips sweet perfume,
Can dissipate my gloom.
Thus Eden bloom'd in vain ;
Or sooth his heart-felt pain.
Of what the Lord can do ;
That I may flourish too.
Can overcome my foes,
And blossom like the rose.