While winters, soften'd by thy care,
No face of want or horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the greatful homage paid,
With morning light, and ev'ning shade.
6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes;
Till to those brighter courts we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.
HYMN 85. L. M.

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New-Year.

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OD of our lives, thy constant care,
With blessings crowns each op'ning
Our guilty lives thou dost prolong,
And wake anew our annual song.
2 How many precious souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since from this day the changing sun
Thro' his last yearly period run!

3 Our breath is thine, eternal God;
'Tis thine to fix our soul's abode;
We hold our lives from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.
4 To thee our spirits we resign;

Make them and own them still as thine;
So shall they smile secure from fear,
Tho' death should blast the rising year.

HYMN 86. L. M.

New-Year.

OLEST be th' Eternal Infinite!

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Whose skill conducts this rolling sphere.

Who rules our day, who guards our night, And guides the swift, revolving year! 2 Our race are falling ev'ry hour, While we distinguish'd yet appear; 'Tis of thy matchless love and pow'r, That we are spar'd another year. 3 O! for a sweet refreshing time; Saviour! thy people wish thee near: Come, and our joys shall be sublime, While we begin another year. 4 May thy good spirit be our guide, While thus we stay as pilgrims here; Nor let us from our God backslide, As we have done the former year. 5 Strengthen our faith, increase our love: Fill us with godly, filial fear;

And to thy waiting children prove
Thy grace thro' ev'ry fleeting year.
6 This truth impress on ev'ry soul,
That vast eternity is near;

That time's swift moments onward roll,
To bring the last, the closing year.
7 When nature in a blaze shall die,
Or death conclude our being here;
Then to our Jesus may we fly,
To spend a never-ending year.

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HYMN 87. L. M.

New-Year.

REAT God, we sing that mighty hand,

By which supported, still we stand;

The op'ning 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 depress'd,

Be thou our joy, and thou our rest; Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Ador'd thro' all our changing days. 5 When death shall interrupt our songs, And silence these our mortal tongues, Our helper, God, in whom we trust, In better worlds, our souls shall boast. HYMN 88. C. M.

Let ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue
Adore th' eternal Word.

2 Sinners awake, with angels join,
And chant the solemn lay;
Joy, love, and gratitude combine,
To hail th' auspicious day.

3 Then shone almighty pow'r and love
In all their glorious forms;
When Jesus left his throne above,
To dwell with sinful worms.

4 Adoring angels tun'd their songs
To hail the joyful day;

With rapture then, let mortal tongues
Their grateful worship pay.

5 Hail, Prince of life, for ever hail!
Redeemer, Brother, Friend!

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Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail,
Thy praise shali never end.

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HYMN 89. P. M.

The Resurrection of Christ.

HRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day.
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath open'd Paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King!
"Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
Once he died our souls to save:
"Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"

5 Hail the Lord, of earth and heav'n!
Praise to thee by both be giv'n!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the RESURRECTIONThou.

HYMN 90. P. M.

The Ascension and Kingdom of Christ.
EJOICE, the Lord is King,
Th' ascended King adore;

Mortals, give thanks and sing
And triumph evermore!

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
2 Rejoice, the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love:
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his seat above:

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,.
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
3 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heav'n;
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus giv'n:

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

4 Rejoice in glorious hope;

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Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take his servants up

To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear the Archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, REJOICE.

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HYMN 91. P. M.

The out-pouring of the Spirit.

WHEN the blest day of Pentecost
Was fully come; the Holy Ghost
Descended from above,

Sent by the Father and the Son:
The Sender and the Sent are one.
The Lord of life and love.

2 But were the first disciples blest
With heav'nly gifts? And shall the rest
Be pass'd unheeded by?