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6 Indulgent God! from every part,
Thy plenteous blessings largely flow;
340. 10 & 11s M. For New Year's Day. Ps. cxxxvi. 1 House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring,
While all our lips and hearts his graces sing ; The opening year his bounties shall proclaim,
And all its days be vocal with his name. The Lord is good, his mercy never-ending, His blessings in perpetual showers descending. 2 Thou earth, enlightened by his rays divine,
Teeming with grass and corn and oil and wine; Crowned with his goodness,let the nations meel, And lay their crowns at his paternal feet; With grateful love, that liberal hand confessing, Which thro' each heart diffuseth every blessing. 3 His mercy never ends; the dawn, the shade, Still see new beauties through new scenes dis
played ; Succeeding ages bless this sure abode,
And children lean upon their fathers' God : The soul of man, through its immense duration, Drinks from this source, immortal consolation. 4 Burst into praise, my soul! all nature, join;
Angels and men, in harmony combine : While human years are measured by the sun, And while eteruity its course shall run, His goodness in perpetual showers descending, Exalt in songs and raptures never-ending.
341. L. M. “Hitherto bath God belped us." 1 Sam. vii. 12. 1 My Guardian God! I bless thy name;
The same thy power, thy grace the same;
Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 Amidst ten thousand deaths I stand,
Supported by thy guardian hand;
when I survey thy ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far thine arm hath led me on;
Thus far I make thy mercy known;
New blessings shall new songs demand. 4 My grateful soul on Jordan's shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more :
L. M. Life precarious. Jer. xxviii. 16. 1 God of our lives! thy constant care
With blessings crowns each opening year; These lives so frail, thy love prolongs,
And wakes anew our annual songs. 2 What numbers in the little space,
Have vacant left on earth their place,
Through his last yearly course has run. 3 We yet survive; but who can say,
Or through the year, or month, or day,
4 That breath is always in thy hand,
And stays or goes al thy command;
Their limits all to us unknown. 5 To thy disposal we resign;
Let life while it but lasts, be thine;
C. M. Reflections on the Waste of Years. Ps. xc. 9. 1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds
Of the revolving year ;
How short the months appear! 2 So fast eternity comes on,
And that important day,
God's judgment shall survey.
Must wake his face to see ;
Must pass his scrutiny.
The swift advancing year ;
The speed of its career.
Its great concern to see;
And give the year to thee.
6 Thus shall their course more grateful roll,
If future years arise ;
To joy that never dies.
C. M. Serious Reflections on our Mortal Condition. 1 And now, my soul, another year
Of my short life is past;
Nor will return again;
The few which yet remain !
Thy true condition learn ; What are thy hopes, how fair, how sura.
And what thy great concern ?
The months gone by, review :
What work remains to do?
To that sustaining power,
And brought thee to this hour! 6 To him then give thy remnant life,
And on his grace depend;
To its triumphant end.
345. L. M. The Vanity and Frailty of human Life. Ps. xxxix. 1 Our life advancing to its close,
While scarce its earliest dawn it knows,
And vanity and man are one.
Brief pageants of the noontide hour,
The early tenants of the tomb ! 3 O how thy chastisements impair
The human form, however fair !
If thou its mortal doom decree!
The curious labour of the loom,
And all its lustre fades away.
I walk the pilgrim of a day,
And instant to my home retire.
Our sole reliance place on thee :
Quickly have the seasons passed;