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O Lord, our heavenly King!
And wakes the lovely spring!
And plains and hills forget to mourn.
Thy hand arrays in smiles;
Rejoicing o'er the hills.
And beauty glows to earth's far end.
Their loads of richest gold !
And, blest, rejoice in God, their King.
His arrows blazing fires;
And smiles in starry choirs.
His beauty blooms in flowers and trees.
The earth with summer warms;
And rides in wint’ry storms.
5s, 6s & Ils.
Roll round with the year,
And our talents improve,
2. Our life is a dream; our time, as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,
The millennial year
"I have fought my way through ; I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do;" O, that each from his Lord may receive the glad
word, “Well and faithfully done; Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.”
Ils & 9s.
To a taste of the banquet above:
into the chariot of love.
The storms of affliction beneath;
And outfly all the arrows of death.
By hope we the rapture improve :
For the heaven of heavens is love. 4. What a rapturous song, when the glorified throng
In the spirit of harmony join !
78 & 6s.
Go, when the noon is bright,
Go, with pure mind and feeling,
Put earthly thoughts away,
Do thou in secret pray.
All who are loved by thee;
If any such there be;
A blessing humbly claim;
Thy great Redeemer's name.
In solitude to pray,
When friends are round thy way,
Thy spirit lifts above,
Where dwells eternal love.
7s & 6s.
Serenely down the west;
My soul would sink to rest.
The daylight's gentle close;
Thus hymn my last repose.
Her crystal lamp on high;
May hope illume the sky.
The morrow's light shall break; 0, on the last bright morning
May I in glory wake!
1. When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laugh
ing soil, When summer balmy showers refresh the mower's
When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and
the flood, In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker
good. 2. The birds that wake the morning, and those that
love the shade; The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the
drowsy glade; The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his
way, The moon and stars their Maker's name in silent
pomp display. 3. Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,
Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny! No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons
cease to be, Thee, Father, must we always love-Creator!
honor Thee. 4. The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of
summer fade; The autumn droop in winter, the bird forsake the
The winds be lulled—the sun and moon forget their
old decree; But we in nature's latest hour, O Lord, will cling
1. The leaves, around me falling,
Are preaching of decay,
“Come, pilgrim, come away!"
The day, in night declining,
Says I must, too, decline;
Its lot foreshadows mine.
The loves, to which I cling,
The joys that round me wing-
Before the morning's ray-
And chide at my delay.
Are calling from on high;
Tempt sweetly to the sky.
Mid scenes of death and sin?
And find true life begin."
And fain would rise and come
An exile to his home:
Thus, thus let all I see
To heaven, O Lord, and Thee.
1. LORD of the worlds below!
On earth Thy glories shine;
Thy skill and power divine.