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2 Earth's wide extended, varying scenes,

AX smiling round, thy bounty show;
From seas or clouds, full magazines,

Thy rich diffusive blessings flow.
3 Now earth receives the precious seed,

Which thy indulgent hand prepares ;
And nourishes the future bread,

And answers all the sower's cares,
4 Thy sweet refreshing show'rs attend,

And through the ridges gently flow,
Soft on the springing corn descend :

And thy kind blessing make it grow. 5 Thy goodness crowns the circling year;

Thy paths drop fatness all around;
E’en barren wilds thy praise declare,

And echoing hills return the sound: 6 Here spreading flocks adorn the plain ;

There plenty ev'ry charm displays ;
Thy bounty clothes each lovely scene,
And joyful nature shouts thy praise.

208.

The same. (P.M.)

1
SEE
EE! the corn again in ear!

How the fields and vallies smile!
Harvest now is drawing near,
To repay the farmer's toil;
Gracious Lord, secure the crop,
Satisfy the poor with food;
In thy mercy is our hope,
We have sinn'd, but thou art good.

2 While I view the plenteous grain,

As it ripens on the stalk,
May I not instruction gain,
Helpful to my daily walk ?
All this plenty of the field,
Was produc'd from foreign seeds ;
For the earth itself would yield,

Only crops of useless weeds. .
3 Though, when newly sown, it lay

Hid awhile beneath the ground,
(Some might think it thrown away,)
Now a large increase is found:

Though conceald, it was not lost,-
Though it dy'd, it lives again ;
Eastern storms, and nipping frost,

Have oppos'd its growth in vain. 4 Let the praise be all the Lord's,

As the benefit is our's !
He, in season, still affords,
Kindly heat, and gentle show'rs :
By his care the produce thrives,
Waving o'er the furrow'd lands;
And when harvest-time arrives,
Ready for the reaper stands,

5 Thus in barren hearts he sows,

Precious seeds of heavenly joy ;
Sin and hell in vain oppose, -
None this harvest can destroy:
Threaten'd oft, yet still it blooms,
After many changes past,
Death, the reaper, when he comes,
Finds it fully ripe at last.

R

AUTUMN.

209. Autumnal Hymn. (L. M.)
1
GR
VREAT God! at whose all pow'rful call,

At first arose this beauteous frame,
Thou bidd'st the seasons change, and all

The changing seasons speak thy name.
2 Thy bounty bids the infant year,

From winter-storms recover'd, rise ;
When thousand grateful scenes appear,

Fresh op’ning to our wond'ring eyes.
3 O how delightful 'tis to see,

The earth in vernal beauty drest!
While in each herb, and flow'r, and tree,

Thy blooming glories stand confest!
4 Aloft, full beaming reigns the sun,

And light and genial heat conveys :
And while he leads the seasons on,

From thee derives his quick’ning rays.
5 Around us from the teeming field,

Spring the rich grain, or purpled vine;
At thy command they rise to yield,

The strength’ning bread, or cheering wine. 6 Indulgent God! from ev'ry part,

Thy plenteous blessings largely flow;
We see,-we taste, -- let ev'ry heart,
With grateful love and duty glow.

210.The Fall of the Leaf. Isaiah xxxiv. 4. (P. M.)
1
SE
EE the leaves around us falling,

Dry and wither'd, to the ground:
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,

In a sad and solemn sound :
Sons of Adam, (once in Eden,

“ When like us, he blighted fell,)
“ Hear the lecture we are reading,

'Tis, alas, the truth we tell. 2 “ Virgins, much,—too much presuming,

“ On your boasted white and red; • View us late in beauty blooming,

“ Number'd now among the dead : “ Youths, though vet no losses grieve you,

Gay in health, and many a grace ; “ Let not cloudless skies deceive you,

“ Summer gives to autumn place.
3“ Yearly in our course returning,

Messengers of shortest stay ;
“ Thus we preach this truth concerning

“ Heaven and earth shall pass away.'
On the tree of life eternal,

Man, let all thy hopes be staid ;
Which alone for ever vernal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade.

211.We alldo fade as a Leaf. Isaiah lxiv. 6. (P. M.) 1

AN I view the pleasing season,

Now in autumn to expire ;
And not find another reason,
Works so glorious to admire!

CAN

Great Creator, may I ever,
While I see thy works, adore ;
Thee from nature never sever,

Know my God by nature more! 2 Will not nature's fading foliage,

Talk to me in strains divine :--
Tell me of my youth, and old age,
Every fading leaf a line :
In the book of nature placed,
Useful lessons to impart;
Here may truths be ever traced,

That will fix and teach the heart. 3 Let all nature's glories vanish,

Let her beauties swift decay;
Jesus,--all my gloom shall banish,
Jesus,--all my fears allay!
Fade I must,—but Christ resplendant,
Must by right for ever shine;
"Tis on him that I'm dependant,
Faith can call his glories mine!

WINTER.

212. Winter. (C. M.)
1
ST!
YTERN winter throws his icy chains,

Encircling nature round,
How bleak, how comfortless the plains !

Late gay with verdure crown'd.
2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,

And light and warmth depart,
And drooping, lifeless nature seems

An emblem of my heart.

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