Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 5 Then Saviour, then my soul receive, 1 THY HYMN 81. L. M. The Seasons. HY providence, great God, we praise; How good and great are all thy ways! Thy bounty crowns our passing years, And dissipates our anxious fears. 2 Thy promise stands forever fast, Till time and stars are known no more. T HYMN 82. C. M. Summer-an Harvest song. O praise the ever bounteous Lord, 2 His cov❜nant with the earth he keeps; My tongue his goodness sing; Summer and winter know their time, His harvest crowns the spring. 3 Well pleas'd the toiling swains behold The waving yellow crop ; With joy they bear the sheaves away, 4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow 5 Then in the last great harvest, I HYMN 83. C. M. Winter. STERN winter throws his icy chains, How bleak, how comfortless the plains, 2 The sun withdraws his vital beams, 3 My heart, where mental winter reigns, 4 Return, O blissful Sun, and bring This mental winter shall be spring, 5 O happy state, divine abode, 6 Great Source of light, thy beams display, My drooping joys restore, 1 And guide me to the seats of day, HYMN 84. L. M. The Seasons crowned with goodness. ETERNAL source of ev'ry joy! Thy praise shall ev'ry voice employ, While in thy temple we appear To hail thee, Sov'reign of the year. 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days 1 HYMN 85. P. M. New-Year. OD of our lives, thy constant care With blessings crowns each op'ning year; Our guilty lives thou dost prolong, And wake anew our annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled To the vast regions of the dead, Since from this day the changing sun Thro' his last yearly period run! 3 Our breath is thine, eternal God; 'Tis thine to fix our soul's abode ; We hold our lives from thee alone, On earth, or in the world unknown. 4 To thee our spirits we resign; GWith blessings crowns each Make them and own them still as thine; HYMN 86. L. M. · New-Year. 1 BLEST be th' Eternal Infinite! Whose skill conducts this rolling sphere; Who rules our day, who guards our night, And guides the swift, revolving year! 2 Our race are falling ev'ry hour, While we distinguish'd yet appear; 'Tis of thy matchless love and pow'r, That we are spar'd another year. 3 O! for a sweet refreshing time; Saviour! thy people wish thee near: Come, and our joys shall be sublime, While we begin another year. 4 May thy good spirit be our guide, While thus we stay as pilgrims here; Nor let us from our God backslide, And to thy waiting children prove That time's swift moments onward roll, 1 HYMN 87. L. M. New-Year. GREAT God, we sing that mighty hand, By which supported, still we stand: The op'ning year thy mercy shows ; 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; |