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199. For a New Year. (P.M.) 1 WHILE each revolving day demands
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?
Nor sing my Saviour's praise ;
And tuneful accents raise !
That this is not my home!
100. The Blessings of the Spring. (C. M.)
100D is the Lord, the heav'nly King,
Who makes the earth his care, Visits the pastures every spring,
And bids the grass appear.
Pour out, at thy command,
To cheer the thirsty land.
Permit the corn to spring;
And the poor labourers sing. 4 The little hills on every side,
Rejoice at falling showers ;
Perfume the air with flowers,
Promise a joyful crop;
To raise the reaper's hope. 6 The various months tby goodness crowns;
How bounteous are thy ways !
And shepherds shout thy praise.
201. The Return of Spring. (S. M.)
Seasons in order rise:
Through earth, and seas, and skies. 2 How balmy is the air!
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.
THOUGH cloudy skies, and northern blasts
Retard the gentle spring awhile;
And nature wear a vernal smile.
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 ;
Proclaims it only fit to burn.
Thou know'st our winter has been long;
Spring. (C. M.)
Compellid 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 ; And warbling birds, in concert sweet,
Invite our hearts to sing. 4 But, ah ! in vain I strive to join,
Oppress'd with sin and doubt; I feel'tis winter still within,
Though all is spring without.
Break through these clouds, and shine!
loud than mine.
Nor cowslips sweet perfume,
Can dissipate my gloom.
Thus Eden bloom'd in vain ;
Or sooth bis heart-felt pain.
Of what the Lord can do ;
may flourish too.
Can overcome my foes,
And blossom like the rose.