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HYMN 68. C M.

HILE beauty clothes the fertile vale,
And blossoms on the spray,

And fragrance breathes in ev'ry gale,
How sweet the vernal day!

2 How kind the influence of the skies!
Soft show'rs, with blessings fraught,
Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance rise,
And fix the roving thought.

3 0 let my wond'ring heart confess,
With gratitude and love,

The bounteous hand that deigns to bless
The garden, field, and grove.

4 That bounteous hand my thoughts adore,
Beyond expression kind,

Hath sweeter, nobler gifts in store,
To bless the craving mind.

5 Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song;
And love and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.

HYMN 69. L. M.

1 HE rising morn, the closing day,
Repeat thy praise with grateful voice;
Both in their turns thy pow'r display,
And laden with thy gifts, rejoice.

2 Earth's wide-extended, varying scenes,
All smiling round, thy bounty show.
From seas or clouds, full magazines,
Thy rich diffusive blessings flow.

3 Now earth receives the precious seed,
Which thy indulgent hand prepares;

And nourishes the future bread,

And answers all the sower's cares.
4 Thy sweet refreshing show'rs attend
And through the ridges gently flow,
Soft on the springing corn descend;
And thy kind blessing makes it grow.
5 Thy goodness crowns the circling year,
Thy paths drop fatness all around;
E en barren wilds thy praise declare,
And echoing hills return the sound.
6 Here, spreading flocks adorn the plain,
There plenty ev'ry charm displays.
Thy bounty clothes each lovely scene;
And joyful nature shouts thy praise.

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HYMN 70. L. M.

REAT. God, at whose all-pow'rful call, At first arose this beauteous frame! By thee 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.

3 O how delightful 'tis to see

The earth in vernal beauty drest!
While in each herb, and flow`r, and tree,
Thy blooming glories shine confest!

4 Aloft, full beaming, reigns the sun,

And light and genial heat conveys;
And, while he leads the seasons on,
From thee derives his quick'ning rays.

5 Around us, in the teeming field,

Stands the rich grain or purpled vine.

At thy command they rise, to yield The strength'ning bread or cheering wine. 6 Indulgent God! from ev'ry part

Thy plenteous blessings largely flow.
We
e see; we taste;-let ev'ry heart
With grateful love and duty glow.

IV.

DIVINE PROVIDENCE AND GOVERN

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HYMN 71. c. M.

LET the whole race of creatures lie

Abas'd before the Lord! Whate'er his pow'rful hand has form'd, He governs with a word.

2 Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought,

All the long years and worlds to come
Stood present to his thought.

3 There's not a sparrow or a worm
O'erlook'd in his decrees.
He raises monarchs to a throne,
Or sinks with equal ease.

4 If light attend the course I go,
'Tis he provides the rays;

And 'tis his hand that hides the sun,
If darkness cloud my days.

5 Trusting his wisdom and his love,
I would not wish to know,

What in the book of his decrees
Awaits me here below.

6 Be this alone my fervent pray'r:
Whate'er my lot shall be,
Or joys, or sorrows, may they form
My soul for heav'n and thee!

HYMN 72. c. M.

1T How wide is his command!

HE Lord, how fearful is his name!

Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand.

2 Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe,
Whilst, with a smile or with a frown,
He manages the globe.

3 Adoring angels round him fall,

In all their shining forms.

His sov'reign eye looks through them all,
And pities mortal worms.

4 His bowels to our worthless race

In sweet compassion move;

He clothes his looks with softest grace,
And takes his title, love.

5 Now, let the Lord for ever reign,

And sway us as he will.

Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain,
We are his fav'rites still.

6 No more shall peevish passion rise;
The tongue no more complain.
'Tis sov'reign love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.

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HYMN 73. P. M. 8s.

TE subjects of the Lord, proclaim The royal honours of his name. "Jehovah reigns," be all your song. 'Tis he, thy God, O Zion! reigns. Prepare thy most harmonious strains, Glad hallelujahs to prolong.

2 Ye princes, boast no more your crown,
But lay the glitt' ring trifle down
In lowly honour at his feet.
A span your narrow empire bounds:
He reigns beyond created rounds,
In self-sufficient glory great.

3 Tremble, ye pageants of a day,
Form'd, like your slaves, of brittle clay;
Down to the dust your sceptres bend.
To everlasting years he reigns,
And undiminish'd rule maintains,

When kings, and suns, and tine shall end.

4 So shall his favour'd Zion live;
In vain confed' rate nations strive
Her sacred turrets to destroy.
Her sov'reign sits enthron'd above;
And endless pow'r and endless love
Insure her safety and her joy.

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HYMN 74. P. M. 10s & 11s.

HE Lord of glory reigns supremely great, And o'er heav'n's arches builds his royal seat. Thro' worlds unknown his sov'reign sway extends, Nor space, nor time, his boundless empire ends. eye beholds th' affairs of ev'ry nation, And reads each thought thro' his immense creation.

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