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'MIDST the trials we experience,
May we not give way to fears,
But possess our souls in patience,
Passing thro' this vale of tears:
Wean'd thereby from things terres-
Let us look for joys celestial, [trial,
Waiting for that time, when we
From all sorrow shall be free.
2 Meanwhile God the Holy Spirit
Is our pledge of joys to come,
Of the bliss we shall inherit

When above with Christ at home:
Oh, this blessed meditation
Yields us solid consolation,

That we shall, when time is o'er
With the Lord be evermore.

XXXIX. HYMNS FOR VARIOUS OCCASIONS.

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YEAR after year commences,
And, as our life advances,
We, strength from Christ deriving,
Each year by faith are thriving.
2 As in tempestuous weather
A kind and tender mother
Her babe from harm protecteth,
And safely home conducteth:-
3 So shelters Christ our Saviour,
His children by his favour,
And proves in each temptation
Their refuge and salvation.
4 Lord, grant thy benediction
To every thought and action;
On youth and age declining,
Thou, Sun of grace, be shining.

O keep our souls and senses
Under the influences
Of thy most Holy Spirit,
Until we heaven inherit,

6 O God of our salvation,
Withhold no kind donation
From us, but let us savour
In this new year thy favour.
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T. 585.
WHILE successive years are wast-
Still our God abides the same; [ing,
All his words are everlasting,
All his works his love proclaim :

Men and angels, :||:

Sing thrice holy to his name.
2 Out of love he man created,
And ordain'd him God's delight;
Nor was this his love abated,

When man lost God's image bright;
Then compassion ::

Brought redemption's plan to light. 3 Here is love divine portrayed,

So that man the lines may trace;
See, O man, God's love displayed
In thy Saviour's marred face:

Wouldst thou praise him, ::
Be thy theme redeeming grace

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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,
We travel to the mount of God;
With joy upon our heads arise,
And meet our Captain in the skies.
T. 14.
AGAIN another fleeting year
Of my short life is past;
I cannot long continue here,
And this may be my last.
2 Much of my dubious life is gone,
Nor will return again;

And swift my passing moments run,
The few that yet remain.

3 Now a new scene of time begins;
Press on, my soul, to heaven;
Seek pardon of thy former sins,
By Christ it will be giv'n.
4 Devoutly yield thyself to God,
And on his grace depend;
Unwearied walk the heavenly road,
Nor doubt a happy end.

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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?"
2 Great defects are still revealed;
Short we fall of his blest aim;
Then the conscious soul is filled
Earnest to improve the morrow,
With a deep but wholesome shame;
We our yesterday review,
While the tear of godly sorrow
Saddens, but enlivens too.
3 Jesus, for thy faithful leading,
Which throughout our course we
trace,

We adore thee, still proceeding
Onward in the path of grace;

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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,
Who therefore hath bestow'd

On us a longer space:
Thou didst in our behalf appear,
And lo, we see another year.
4 Then dig about our root,
Break up our fallow ground,
And let our gracious fruit

To thy great praise abound:
O let us all thy praise declare,
And fruit unto perfection bear.
T. 166.

1112.

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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
Supported by his care,"
We raise our Ebenezer here,
The Lord hath help'd thus far.

8 Our lot in future years
We cannot, Lord, foresee,
But kindly, to prevent our fears,
Thou sayst, Leave all to me.
9 Yea, Lord, we wish to cast
Our cares upon thy breast;
Help us to praise thee for the past,
And trust thee for the rest.

B. THE SEASONS.

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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.

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O THOU, who givest all their food,
Causing thy sun to shine
Upon the evil and the good,

Earth's teeming stores are thine.

2 Thy covenant to man secures
The harvest of his toil; [dures,
Thy faithful word, while earth en-
With plenty clothes the soil.

3 The wintry frost, the flowery prime, Alike thy laws obey;

Each herb & blossom knows its time,
And feels the quickening ray.
4 Revolving seasons still proclaim
Thy all-sustaining word:
Seed-time & harvest speak thy name,
The promise-keeping Lord.

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AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Thy former misspent time redeem,
Each present day thy last esteem;
Thy talents to improve take care,
For the great day thyself prepare.
3 In conversation be sincere,
Keep conscience as the noon-day
clear;

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.
5 Lord, I my vows to thee renew,
Disperse my sins as morning dew,
Guard my first springs of thought
and will,

And with thyself my spirit fill.
6 Direct, control, suggest this day
All I design, or do, or say; [might,
That all my powers, with all their
In thy sole glory may unite.

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.

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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
Thro' life's uncertain race, [still
To bring me to thine holy hill,
And to thy dwelling-place.

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