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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.


The same. (P.M.)

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.



209. Autumnal Hymn. (L. M.)
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.)
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!


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!


212. Winter. (C. M.)
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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