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H. M.
1. How pleasing is Thy voice,

O Lord, our heavenly King!
That bids the frosts retire,

And wakes the lovely spring!
The rains return, the ice distills,

And plains and hills forget to mourn.
2. The morn with glory crowned,

Thy hand arrays in smiles;
Thou bid'st the eve decline,

Rejoicing o'er the hills.
Soft suns ascend; the mild wind blows;

And beauty glows to earth's far end.
3. Thy showers make soft the fields;


side behold
The ripening harvests wave

Their loads of richest gold !
The laborers sing with cheerful voice,

And, blest, rejoice in God, their King.
4. The thunder is His voice;

His arrows blazing fires;
He glows in yonder sun,

And smiles in starry choirs.
The balmy breeze His breath perfumes;

His beauty blooms in flowers and trees.
5. With life He clothes the spring;

The earth with summer warms;
He spreads the autumnal feast,

And rides in wint’ry storms.
His gifts divine through all appear,
And round the year His glories shine.



5s, 6s & Ils.
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 millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity 's near.
3. O, that each, in the day of his coming, may say,

"I have fought my way through ; I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do;" O, that each from his Lord may receive the glad

word, “Well and faithfully done; Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.”




Ils & 9s.
1. Come, let us ascend, my companion and friend,

To a taste of the banquet above:
If thy heart be as mine, if for Jesus it pine,


into the chariot of love.
2. We in Jesus confide and are bold to outride

The storms of affliction beneath;
With the prophet we soar to the heavenly shore,

And outfly all the arrows of death.
3. By_faith we are come to our permanent home;

By hope we the rapture improve :
By love we still rise, and look down on the skies,

For the heaven of heavens is love. 4. What a rapturous song, when the glorified throng

In the spirit of harmony join !
Join all the glad choirs, hearts, voices, and lyres,
And the burden is–Mercy divine !



78 & 6s.
1. Go, when the morning shineth,

Go, when the noon is bright,
Go, when the eve declineth,
Go, in the hush of night;

Go, with pure mind and feeling,

Put earthly thoughts away,
And, in God's presence kneeling,

Do thou in secret pray.
2. Remember all who love thee,

All who are loved by thee;
Pray, too, for those who hate thee,

If any such there be;
Then for thyself, in meekness,

A blessing humbly claim;
And blend with each petition

Thy great Redeemer's name.
3. Or, if 't is e'er denied thee

In solitude to pray,
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee,

When friends are round thy way,
E'en then, the silent breathing

Thy spirit lifts above,
Will reach His throne of glory,

Where dwells eternal love.


7s & 6s.
1. The mellow eve is gliding

Serenely down the west;
So, every care subsiding,

My soul would sink to rest.
2. The woodland hum is ringing

The daylight's gentle close;
May angels round me, singing,

Thus hymn my last repose.
3. The evening star has lighted

Her crystal lamp on high;
So, when in death benighted,

May hope illume the sky.
4. In golden splendor dawning,

The morrow's light shall break; 0, on the last bright morning

May I in glory wake!


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1. When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laugh

ing soil, When summer balmy showers refresh the mower's


When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and

the flood, In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker

good. 2. The birds that wake the morning, and those that

love the shade; The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the

drowsy glade; The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his

way, The moon and stars their Maker's name in silent

pomp display. 3. Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,

Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny! No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons

cease to be, Thee, Father, must we always love-Creator!

honor Thee. 4. The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of

summer fade; The autumn droop in winter, the bird forsake the


The winds be lulled—the sun and moon forget their

old decree; But we in nature's latest hour, O Lord, will cling

to Thee!


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1. The leaves, around me falling,

Are preaching of decay,
The hollow winds are calling,

“Come, pilgrim, come away!"

The day, in night declining,

Says I must, too, decline;
The year, its life resigning

Its lot foreshadows mine.
2. The light my path surrounding,

The loves, to which I cling,
The hopes within me bounding,

The joys that round me wing-
All melt, like stars of even,

Before the morning's ray-
Pass upward unto heaven,

And chide at my delay.
3. The friends, gone there before me,

Are calling from on high;
And joyous angels o'er me,

Tempt sweetly to the sky.
" Why wait,” they say, “and wither

Mid scenes of death and sin?
O, rise to glory, hither,

And find true life begin."
4. I hear the invitation,

And fain would rise and come
A sinner to salvation;

An exile to his home:
But, while I here must linger,

Thus, thus let all I see
Point on, with faithful finger,

To heaven, O Lord, and Thee.

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1. LORD of the worlds below!

On earth Thy glories shine;
The changing seasons show

Thy skill and power divine.
The rolling years are full of Thee;
In all we see, a God appears.

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