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Morning and Evening. 1 WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies,

The morning-light salutes mine eyes,
O Sun of righteousness divine!
On me, with beams of mercy, shine;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,

And turn my darkness into day. 2 When each day's scenes and labors close,

And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pard’ning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour! while I rest;
And, as each morning-sun shall rise,

Oh ! lead me onward to the skies. 3 And, at my life's last setting sun,

My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Jesus ! thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying-bed ;.
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face, and sing thy praise.

THE YEAR,

Ils and 5s. 601.

The New Year. 1

COME let us anew
Our journey pursue,

Roll round with the year,
And never stand still till the master appear;

His adorable will
Let us gladly fulfill,

And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labor of love. 2

Our life is a dream;
Our time, as a stream,

Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:

The arrow is flown-
The moment is gone.

The millenial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity 's here!

L. M.

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Oh! that each in the day
Of his coming may say,

“I have fought my way through I have finished the work which thou gav'st me to do!»

Oh ! that each, from his Lord,
May receive the glad word, -

* Well and faithfully done! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne !" 602.

The changing Seasons.
1 GREAT God ! let all our tuneful powers

Awake, and sing thy mighty name :
Thy hand revolves our circling hours,-

Thy hand from which our being came. 2 Seasons and moons still rolling round,

In beauteous order speak thy praise ;
And years, with smiling mercy crowned,

To thee successive honors raise. 3 To thee we raise the annual song,

To thee the grateful tribute give ;
Our God doth still our years prolong,

And, midst unnumbered deaths, we live
4 Our life, our health, our friends, we owe

All to thy vast, unbounded love;
Ten thousand precious gifts below,

And hope of nobler joys above.
5 Thus will we sing, till nature cease,

Till sense and language are no more,
And, after death, thy boundless grace,

Through everlasting years, adore.
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1 GOD of our lives! thy various praise

Our voices shall resound:
Thy hand directs our fleeting days,

And brings the seasons round.
2 To thee shall grateful songs arise,

Our Father and our Friend !
Whose constant mercies, from the skies,

In genial streams descend.

C. M.
Nero- Year:

-Providential Goodness.

L. M.

3 In every scene of life, thy care,

In every age, we see:
And, constant as thy favors are,

So let our praises be.
4 Still may thy love, in every scene,

In every age, appear;
And let the same companions deign

To bless the opening year.
5 If mercy smile, let mercy bring

Our wandering souls to God;
In our affliction, we shall sing,

If thou wilt bless the rod. 604.

New Year :-God,our Helper. 1 OUR helper, God ! we bless thy name,

Whose love for ever is the same;
The tokens of thy gracious care

Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 Amid ten thousand snares we stand,

Supported by thy guardian hand;
And see, when we review our ways,

Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far thine arm has led us on;

Thus far we make thy mercy known;
And while we tread this desert land,

New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore,

Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
Then bear, in thy bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.

C. M. New Year :-Prayer for a Blessing. 1 NOW, gracious Lord! thine arm reveal,

And make thy glory known ;
Now let us all thy presence feel,

And soften hearts of stone.
2 From all the guilt of former sin,

May mercy set us free;
And let this year, we now begin,

Begin and end with thee.

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L. M.

3 Send down thy Spirit from above,

That saints may love thee more;
And sinners now may learn to love,

Who never loved before.
4 And, when, before thee, we appear,

In our eternal home,
May growing numbers worship here,

And praise thee in our room. 606.

A Song for the opening Year. 1 GREAT God ! we sing that mighty hand,

By which supported still we stand;
The opening year thy mercy shows,

Let mercy crown it till it close.
2 By day, by night-at home, abroad,

Still we are guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed,

By his unerring counsel led.
3 With grateful hearts the past we own ;

The future-all to us unknown
We to thy guardian care commit,

And peaceful leave before thy feet, 4 In scenes exalted or depressed,

Be thou our joy-and thou our rest ;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,

Adored, through all our changing days. 5 When death shall close our earthly songs,

And seal, in silence, mortal tongues,
Our helper, God, in whom we trust,

Shall keep our souls, and guard our dust. 607.

The opening Year.
1 BLESS, O Lord ! the opening year

To the souls assembled here;
Clothe thy word with power divine,
Make us willing to be thine.
2 When thou hast thy work begun,

Give new strength the race to run ;
Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears;
Wipe away the mourner's tears.

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3 Bless us all both old and young

Call forth praise from every tongue:
Let our whole assembly prove
All thy power and all thy love.

7s and 6s. 608.

A Winter's Day.
1 TIME is winging us away,

To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day,

A journey to the tomb;
Youth and vigor soon will flee,

Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that's mortal soon will be

Enclosed in death's cold arms.
2 Time is winging us away

To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day,

A journey to the tomb:
But the Christian shall enjoy

Health and beauty soovi above;
Far beyond the world's lloy-
Secure in Jesus' love.

C. M. Dor ble. 609.

Spring of the Year 1 WHILE beauty clothes the fertile vale,

And blossoms on the spray ;
And fragrance breathes in every gale,

How sweet the vernal day!
Hark! how the feathered warblers sing!

'Tis nature's cheerful voice;
Soft music hails the lovely spring,

And woods and fields rejoice.
2 How kind the influence of the skies,

While showers, with blessing fraught,
Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance, rise,

And fix the roving thought!
Oh! let my wandering heart confess,

With gratitude and love,
The bounteous hand that deigns to bless

Each smiling field and grove.
3 That hand, in this hard heart of mine,

Can bid each virtue live;

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