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On thy garden deign to smile,
Life to what seem'd dead before. 5 Lord, I long to be at home,
Where these changes never come!
The same. (P. M.)
1 THE winter is over and gone, THE
The thrush whistles sweet on the spray, The turtle breathes forth her soft moan,
The lark mounts and warbles away. 2 Shall every creature around,
Their voices in concert unite,
In praising, to take less delight?
Sweet organs, your notes softly swell!
The Saviour's high praises to tell !
My graces shall bloom as the spring;
206. A Hymn for the Spring. (C. M.)
HILE beauty clothes the fertile vale,
How sweet the vernal day!
Soft showers, with blessings fraught,
And fix the roving thought.
With gratitude and love,
Beyond expression kind,
To bless the craving mind.
Glad nature's cheerful song,
Attune my joyful tongue.
207. For the Weeks of Harvest. (C.M.)
Repeat thy praise with grateful voice ;
2 Earth's wide extended, varying scenes,
All smiling round, thy bounty show;
Thy rich diffusive blessings flow. 3 Now earth receives the precious seed,
Which thy indulgent hand prepares ;
And answers all the sower's cares.
And through the ridges gently flow,
And thy kind blessing make it grow. 5 Thy goodness crowns the circling year;
Thy paths drop fatness all around;
And echoing hills return the sound. 6 Here spreading flocks adorn the plain ;
There plenty ev'ry charm displays;
The same. (P.M.)
EE! the corn again in ear!
How the fields and vallies smile !
2 While I view the plenteous grain,
As it ripens on the stalk,
Only crops of useless weeds.
Hid awhile beneath the ground,
Have oppos’d its growth in vain. 4 Let the praise be all the Lord's,
As the benefit is our's !
5 Thus in barren hearts he sows,
Precious seeds of heavenly joy ;
209. Autumnal Hymn. (L. M.)
REAT God! at whose all pow'rful call,
At first arose this beauteous frame,
The changing seasons speak thy name. 2 Thy bounty bids the infant year,
From winter-storms recover'd, rise ;
Fresh op’ning to our wond'ring eyes. 3 O how delightful 'tis to see,
The earth in vernal beauty drest!
Thy blooming glories stand confest! 4 Aloft, full beaming reigns the sun,
And light and genial heat conveys :
From thee derives his quick’ning rays.
Spring the rich grain, or purpled vine ;
The strength’ning bread, or cheering wine.
we taste, -- let ev'ry heart, With grateful love and duty glow.