'MIDST the trials we experience, When above with Christ at home: That we shall, when time is o'er XXXIX. HYMNS FOR VARIOUS OCCASIONS. YEAR after year commences, O keep our souls and senses 6 O God of our salvation, Men and angels, :||: Sing thrice holy to his name. When man lost God's image bright; Brought redemption's plan to light. 3 Here is love divine portrayed, So that man the lines may trace; Wouldst thou praise him, :: LEADER of faithful souls, & Guide Of all that travel to the sky, Come, and with us, ev'n us abide, Who would on thee alone rely; On thee alone our spirits stay, While held in life's uneven way. 2 Strangers and pilgrims here below, This earth we know is not our place; [woe,But hasten through this vale of And, restless to behold thy face, Swift to our heavenly country move, Our everlasting home above. 3 We've no abiding city here, But seek a city out of sight; Thither our steady course we steer, Aspiring to the plains of light;Jerusalem, the saints' abode, Whose founder is the living God. 4 Patient the appointed race to run, This weary world we cast behind; From strength to strength we travel The new Jerusalem to find: [on, Our labour this, our only aim, To find the new Jerusalem, 5 Through thee, who all our sins hast borne, Freely and graciously forgiv'n, With songs to Zion we return, Contending for our native heaven; That palace of our glorious King; We find it nearer while we sing. 6 Rais'd by the breath of love divine, We urge our way, with strength renew'd; 1109. The church of the first-born to join, And swift my passing moments run, 3 Now a new scene of time begins; FAITHFUL souls their Saviour's blessing Crave on each succeeding day, Asking, "Are we onward pressing? What may Jesus have to say? Are the ways of sin unpleasant? Do we hold our Saviour fast? Are we more like him at present, Than we were in seasons past?" We adore thee, still proceeding THE Lord of earth and sky, The God of ages praise; Who reigns enthron'd on high, Ancient of endless days; Who lengthens out our trial here, And spares us yet another year. 2 Barren and wither'd trees, We cumber'd long the ground; No fruit of holiness On our dead souls was found: Yet mercy stay'd our doom severe : "O spare them yet another year." 3 Jesus, thy speaking blood From God obtain'd the grace, On us a longer space: To thy great praise abound: 1112. LET hearts and tongues unite, And loud thanksgivings raise; 'Tis duty mingled with delight, The Saviour's name to praise. 2 To him we owe our breath, He took us from the womb, Which else had shut us up in death, And prov'd an early tomb. 3 When on the breast we hung, Our help was in the Lord; 'Twas he first taught our infanttongue To form the lisping word. 4 When in our blood we lay, He would not let us die; Because his love had fix'd a day To bring salvation nigh. 5 In childhood and in youth His eye was on us still; Tho' strangers to his love and truth, And prone to cross his will. 6 And since his name we knew, How gracious hath he been; What dangers hath he led us thro', What mercies have we seen. 7 Now, thro' another year 8 Our lot in future years B. THE SEASONS. 1116. T. 14. FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love, How rich thy bounties are; The changing seasons, as they move, Proclaim thy constant care. 2 When in the bosom of the earth The sower hid the grain, Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth, And sent the early rain. 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine, The plants in beauty grew: Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, And soft refreshing dew. 4 These varied mercies from above Matur'd the swelling grain; A kindly harvest crowns thy love, And plenty fills the plain. 5 We own & bless thy gracious swa y Thy hand, all nature hails; Seed-time nor harvest,night nor day, Summer nor winter, fails. O THOU, who givest all their food, Earth's teeming stores are thine. 2 Thy covenant to man secures 3 The wintry frost, the flowery prime, Alike thy laws obey; Each herb & blossom knows its time, AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 2 Thy former misspent time redeem, For God's all-seeing eye surveys Thy secret thoughts, thy works, and ways. 4 Glory to God, who safe hath kept, And hath refresh'd me while I slept: Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of heavenly bliss partake. And with thyself my spirit fill. 7 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 1120. T. 14. WHAT secret hand, at morning. light, By stealth, unseals mine eye, Draws back the curtain of the night, And opens earth and sky? 2 'Tis thine, my God,-the same that My resting hours from harm; [kept No ill came nigh me, for I slept Beneath the Almighty's arm. 3 'Tis thine,-my daily bread that brings, Like manna scatter'd round, And clothes me, as the lily springs In beauty from the ground. 4 This is the hand that shap'd my frame, And gave my pulse to beat; That bare me oft through flood and flame, Through tempest, cold, and heat. 5 In death's dark valley though I stray, "Twould there my steps attend, Guide with the staff my lonely way, And with the rod defend. 6 May that dear hand uphold me |