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Hopes and joys of this year o'er,
Than the years beyond the flood. 2 Some,-we now no longer see,
Who their mortal course have run,
To the common doom must bow. 3 If from guilt and sin set free,
By the knowledge of thy grace,
Close of th Year.
Hasted through the closing year,
But how little, none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies,
Quick the destined mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies,
Here to-day, lo-morrow gone.
Pardon of our sins renew ;
And whom unnumbered worlds adore !
While nature trembles at thy power :
That lifts the sea and wakes the wind ;
Acts but the part thy will assigned.
Thy people's eyes are fix'd on thee,
Which thousands cannot, will not see. 4 Yet hear th' assemblies of thy saints,
Who meet to mourn, confess and pray ;
5 O may our land in this her bour,
Submissive own thy chastening rod i
Penitent Humiliation. 1 O God of grace! oft has our land
Been like a burning brand ; Snatched from the fierce surrounding flame
By thy indulgent hand.
Thy mercy to improve ?
By all these chórds of love ? 3 Or when on days like these, we've mourned
Our sins and pardon prayed,
And far as ever strayed ?
Our suppliant eyes we raise,
Who shall arraign thy ways ?
Here all our comfort lies,
Thou never wilt despise.
Refuge alone we find,
To faithful duty bind.
350. L. M.
For a Fast-day in Time of War.
And death and ruin strew the ground;
The Parent, and the Lord of all !
The image of a heaven-born mind,
Hast cherished all the kindred race; 3 O see, with what insatiate rage
Thy sons their impious battles wage,
And brothers shed their brothers' blood ! 4 See guilty passions spring to birth,
And deeds of hell deform the earth ;
And love and pity droop forlorn. 5 Great God ! whose powerful hand can bind
The raging waves, the furious wind,
351. S. M. The Designs of Providence in the Revolutions of the
In wrath, is slow to rise :
And darkness veils the skies. 2 His banners, lifted high,
The nation's God declare ;
And stained with blood, with terrors marked,
Spread wonder and despair. 3 All earthly pomp and pride
Are in his presence lost : Empires o'eriurned, thrones, sceptres, crowns,
In wild confusion tost.
And desolation wide ;
The righteous still confide. 5 Mysterious is the course
of his tremendous way : His path is in the trackless winds,
And in the foaming sea.
And from our view concealed :
In majesty revealed !
The deadly wrath of man: And all the windings will unfold
Of his own gracious plan.
352. L. M.
A word of thine almighty breath
Thy smile is life, thy frown is death. 2 When angry nations rush to arms,
And rage, and noise, and tumult reign,