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2 As the wingéd arrow flies
3 Thanks for mercies past receive,
Bless Thy word to young and old;
REAT God! we sing that mighty hand,
2 By day, at night, at home, abroad,
3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
Be Thou our joy, and Thou our rest;
5 When death shall interrupt our songs.
YOD of our lives! Thy constant care
Gr With blessings crowns each op'ning year;
These lives, so frail, dost Thou prolong,
2 How many precious souls are fled
YOME, let us anew
Our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,
11s & 5s.
And never stand still till the Master appear;
His adorable will
Let us gladly fulfil,
And our talents improve
By the patience of hope, and the labor of love.
2 Our life is a dream;
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:
The moment is gone
The millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.
3 Oh, that each in the day
I have finish'd the work which Thou gav'st me to
Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne!"
NTERNAL Source of every joy!
Ewe may Thy praise our lips employ,
While in Thy temple we appear
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
3 The flow'ry spring, at Thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land; The summer rays with vigor shine,
To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days Demand successive songs of praise; And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and ev'ning shade. 5 Here in Thy house let incense rise, And circling sabbaths bless our eyes, Till to those lofty heights we soar, Where days and years revolve no more. 549
PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ; All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow. 2 All the blessings of the fields, All the stores the garden yields, Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grainLord, for Thee our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. 8 Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews, Suns that genial warmth diffuse, All the plenty summer pours, Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores; All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow. 4 Peace, prosperity, and health, Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladd'ning streams,
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
LOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
2 When in the bosom of the earth,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,
4 These varied mercies, from above,
5 We own and bless Thy gracious sway;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
W Proclaim the op'ning year,
HEN brighter suns and milder skies
What various sounds of joy arise!
2 Earth and her thousand voices give