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SPRING.

200. The Blessings of the Spring. (C. M.)

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NOOD is the Lord, the beav'nly King,

Who makes the earth his care,
Visits the pastures every spring,

And bids the grass appear.
2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high,

Pour out, at thy command,
Their watery blessings from the sky,

To cheer the thirsty land.
3 The soften'd ridges of the field,

Permit the corn to spring ;
The valleys rich provision yield,

And the poor labourers sing. 4 The little bills on every side,

Rejoice at falling showers ;
The meadows, drest in all their pride,

Perfume the air with flowers.
5 The barren clods, refresh'd with rain,

Promise a joyful crop;
The parching ground looks green again,

To raise the reaper's hope. 6 The various months thy goodness crowns;

How bounteous are thy ways!
The bleating flocks spread o'er the dowos,
And shepherds shout thy praise.

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The Return of Spring. (S. M.) 1 REAT God, at thy command,

Seasons in order rise:
Thy power and love in concert reign,
Through earth, and seas, and skies.
How balmy is the air !

How warm the solar beams!
And, to refresh the ground, the rains

Descend in gentle streams.
8 With grateful praise we own

Thy providential hand,
While

grass for kine, and herb and corn
For men, enrich the land.
4 But greater still the gift

Of thine incarnate Son;
By him forgiveness, peace, and joy,

Through endless ages run.

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202. Waiting for Spring. (L. M.) THOUGH cloudy skies, and northern blasts,

Retard the gentle spring awhile;
The sun will conqueror prove at last,

And nature wear a vernal smile.
2 The promise, which, from age to age,

Has brought the changing seasons round,
Again shall calm the winter's rage,

Perfume the air, and paint the ground. 3 The virtue of that first command,

I know still does, and will prevail,
That while the earth itself shall stand,
The spring and summer shall not fail.

4 Such changes are for us decreed ;

Believers have their winters too;
But spring shall certainly succeed,

And all their former life renew.
5 Winter and spring have each their use,

And each, in turn, his people know;
One kills the weeds their hearts produce,

The other makes their graces grow.
6 Though like dead trees awhile they seem,

Yet having life within their root,
The welcome spring's reviving beam,

Draws forth their blossoms, leaves, and fruit. 7 But if the tree indeed be dead,

It feels no change, though spring return:
Its leafless, naked, barren head,

Proclaims it only fit to burn.
8 Dear Lord, afford our souls a spring,

Thou know'st our winter has been long;
Shine forth, and warm our hearts to sing,
And thy rich grace shall be our song.

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203.

Spring. (C. M.)
1 LEAK winter is subdu'd at length,

Compelld to yield the day:
The sun, returning in his strength,

Drives all the storms away.
2 Behold the youthful spring is come,

How alter'd is the scene !
The trees and shrubs are dress’d in bloom,

The earth array'd in green.

3 Where'er we tread, beneath our feet,

The flowers spontaneous spring ;
And warbling birds, in concert sweet,

Invite our hearts to sing.
4 But, ah ! in vain I strive to join,

Oppress'd with sin and doubt;
I feel 'tis winter still within,

Though all is spring without.
5 Oh! would my Saviour from on high,

Break through these clouds, and shine! No creature then more blest than I,

No song more loud than mine,
6 Till then,-no softly-warbling thrush,

Nor cowslips sweet perfume,
Nor beauties of each painted bush,

Can dissipate my gloom.
7 To Adam, soon as he transgress'd,

Thus Eden bloom'd in vain ;
Not paradise could give him rest,

Or sooth his heart-felt pain.
8 Yet here an emblem I perceive,

Of what the Lord can do ;
Dear Saviour, help me to believe,

That I may flourish too.
9 Thy word can soon my hopes revive,

Can overcome my foes,
And make my languid graces thrive,

And blossom like the rose.

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The same. (P: M.) 1 PLEASING spring again is bere! Trees and fields in bloom appear

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Hark! the birds, with artless lays,
Warble their Creator's praise !
Where, in winter, all was snow,
Now the flowers in clusters grow;
And the corn, in green array,
Promises a harvest-day.

2 What a change has taken place,

Emblem of the spring of grace ;
How the soul in winter mourns,
Till the Lord, the sun returns.
Till the Spirit's gentle rain,
Bids the heart revive again,
Then the stone is turn'd to flesh,

Then each grace springs forth afresh. 3 Lord, afford a spring to me!

Let me feel like what I see ;
Ah! my winter has been long,
Chill'd my hopes, and stopp'd my song

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Winter threaten'd to destroy
Faith, and love, and every joy;
If thy life was in the root,

Still I could not yield thee fruit. 4 Speak, and by thy gracious voice,

Make my drooping soul rejoice;
0, beloved Saviour, haste,
Tell me all the storms are past:

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