209. 1 GR AUTUMN. Autumnal Hymn. (L. M.) REAT God! at whose all pow'rful c 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. 30 how delightful 'tis to see, The earth in vernal beauty drest! 4 Aloft, full beaming reigns the sun, 5 Around us from the teeming field, 6 Indulgent God! from ev'ry part, We see, 1 10.The Fall of the Leaf. Isaiah xxxiv. 4. (P. M.) 66 SEE 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. "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 yet no losses grieve you, Gay in health, and many a grace; "Let not cloudless skies deceive you, "Summer gives to autumn place. 66 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. 11. We all do fade as a Leaf. Isaiah lxiv. 6. (P. M.) CAN I view the pleasing season, Now in autumn to expire; And not find another reason, Great Creator, may I ever, Here may truths be ever traced, 3 Let all nature's glories vanish, Fade I must, but Christ resplendant, 212. 1 STER WINTER. Winter. (C. M.) TERN winter throws his icy chains, How bleak, how comfortless the plains! 2 The sun withdraws his vital beams, 3 But if my soul's bright sun impart The vital ray shall cheer my heart, 4 Then faith, and hope, and love, shall rise, And breathe accepted to the skies, 5 Return, O blissful sun, and bring, This mental winter shall be spring, 6 But while to this low world confin'd, 7 O happy state, divine abode, And perfect day, the smile of God, 213. 1 The same. (L. M.) EE how rude winter's icy hand, SEE Has stript the trees, and seal'd the ground! 2 My soul a sharper winter mourns, 3 Jesus, my glorious sun, arise! 4 Dear Lord, regard my feeble cry, 5 Be still, my soul, and wait this hour, 6 He, by whose all-commanding word, Seasons their changing course maintain, In every change a pledge affords, That none shall seek his face in vain. 214. Jesus seen in the Seasons; or, I will praise Lord at all Times. (P. M.) 1 W INTER has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Hark! the turtle's plaintive song, ! 3 Summer has a thousand charms, |