4. Thus, like the morning, calm and clear,
That saw the Saviour rise,

The spring of heaven's eternal year
Shall dawn on earth and skies.

5. No winter there, no shades of night
Obscure those mansions blest,
Where, in the happy fields of light,
The weary are at rest.

1. WITH songs and honors sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high;

Over the heavens He spreads His cloud,
And waters vail the sky.

2. He sends His showers of blessings down
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

3. His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;

He bids the sun cut short His race,
And wint'ry days appear.

4. His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

5. He sends His word, and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

6. The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey His mighty word;

With songs and honors sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

WATTS.

1. 'Tis by Thy strength the mountains stand,
God of eternal power!

The sea grows calm at Thy command,
And tempests cease to roar.

2. Thy morning light and evening shade
Successive comforts bring;

Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad;
Thy flowers adorn the spring.

3. Seasons and times, and moons and hours,
Heaven, earth, and air are Thine;
When clouds distill in fruitful showers,
The author is divine!

4. Those wandering cisterns in the sky,
Borne by the winds around,
With watery treasures well supply
The furrows of the ground.

5. The thirsty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;

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Thy ways abound with blessings still-
Thy goodness crowns the year.

L. M.

WATTS.

1. WHEN streaming from the eastern skies,
The morning light salutes mine eyes,
Oh! Sun of righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Oh! chase the clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.

2. When to heaven's great and glorious King
My morning sacrifice I bring,

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy, in my Saviour's name;
Then, Jesus, sprinkle with Thy blood,
And be
my Advocate with God.

3. When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy, richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest!
And as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies!
4. 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.

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L. M.

SIR R. GRANT.

1. GREAT God, as seasons disappear,
And changes mark the rolling year;
As time with rapid pinions flies,
May every season make us wise.

2. Long has Thy favor crowned our days,
And summer shed again its rays;
No deadly cloud our sky has vailed;
No blasting winds our path assailed.
3. Our harvest months have o'er us rolled,
And filled our fields with waving gold;
Our tables spread, our garners stored!
Where are our hearts to praise the Lord?
4. The solemn harvest comes apace,
The closing day of life and grace:
Time of decision, awful hour!
Around it let no tempests lower!

5. Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
Like stars in heaven to rise and shine;
Then shall our happy souls above
Reap the full harvest of Thy love!

Doxology. L. M.

Now to the Father, and the Son

Who rose from death, be glory given;

With Thee, O holy Comforter,

Henceforth by all in earth and heaven.

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1. THE day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
may I ever keep in mind,

O

The night of death draws near.

2: I lay my garments by,
Upon my bed to rest:

So death will soon disrobe us all,
And leave my soul undressed.

3. Lord, keep me safe this night,
Secure from all my fears;
May angels guard me while I sleep,
Till morning light appears.

4. And when I early rise,

To view th' unwearied sun,
May I set out to win the prize,
And after glory run-

5. That when my days are past,
And I from time remove,
I then may in Thy bosom rest,
The bosom of Thy love.

S. M.

HARTFORD SELECTION,

1. COME at the morning hour,

Come, let us kneel and pray;

Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff
To walk with God all day.

2. At noon, beneath the Rock
Of Ages, rest and pray;
Sweet is that shelter from the sun
In the weary heat of day.

3. At evening, in Thy home,
Around its altar, pray;

And finding there the house of God,
With heaven then close the day.

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4. When midnight vails our eyes,
O, it is sweet to say,

I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord!
With Thee to watch and pray.

S. M.

BRIGG'S COLL.

1. THE Swift declining day,

How fast its moments fly!

While evening's broad and gloomy shade
Gains on the western sky.

2. Ye mortals, mark its pace,
And use the hours of light;
And know, its Maker can command
At once eternal night.

3. Give glory to the Lord,

Who rules the whirling sphere;
Submissive at His footstool bow,
And seek salvation there.

4. Then shall new luster break

Through death's impending gloom,

And lead you to unchanging light,

celestial home.

S. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. SEE how the mounting sun

Pursues his shining way;

And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With every bright'ning ray.

2. Thus would my rising soul
Its heavenly Parent sing;
And to its great Original

The humble tribute bring.

3. Serene, I laid me down

Beneath His guardian care;

I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind Preserver near!