HYMN 154. C. M. HEGINBOTHAM.

Praise for providential goodness. 1. God of our lives, thy various praise Our voices shall resound:

Thy hand directs our fleeting days, And brings the seasons round. 2. To thee shall grateful songs arise, Our Father and our Friend; Whose constant mercies from the skies, In genial streams descend.

3. In ev'ry scene of life, thy care,
In ev'ry age, we see:

And, constant as thy favours are,
So let our praises be.

4. Still may thy love, in ev'ry scene,
To ev'ry age, appear;

And let the same compassion deign
To bless the op'ning year.

5. If mercy smile, let mercy bring
Our wand'ring souls to God:
In our affliction we shall sing,
If thou wilt bless the rod.

HYMN 155. L. M. DODDRIDGE.
New-year.

1. Eternal God! I bless thy name,
The same thy pow'r-thy grace the same;
The tokens of thy friendly care
Begin, and close, and crown the year.
2. Supported by thy guardian hand,
Amid ten thousand deaths I stand,
And see, when I survey thy ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.

3. Thus far thine arm has led me onThus far I make thy mercy known; And, while I tread this desert land, New mercies shall new songs demand. 4. My grateful voice on Jordan's shore, Shall raise one sacred pillar more; Then bear, in thy bright courts above, Inscriptions of immortal love.

HYMN 156. 7s. NEWTON.

New-year.

1. While with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here:
Fix'd in an eternal state,

They have done with all below;
We a little longer wait;

But how little-none can know.

2. Spar'd to see another year,

Let thy blessing meet us here;
Come, thy dying work revive,
Bid thy drooping garden thrive;
Sun of righteousness, arise!

Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes:
Let our pray'r thy pity move;

Make this year a time of love.

3. Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew;

Teach us, henceforth, how to live
With eternity in view;

Bless thy word to old and young,
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
When our life's short race is run,

May we dwell with thee above.

HYMN 157. L. M. SHOVELLER.

New-year.

1. Blest be th' Eternal Infinite!

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Whose skill conducts this rolling Who rules our day, who guards our night, And guides the swift revolving year! 2. Our race are falling every hour,

While we distinguish'd yet appear; 'Tis of thy matchless love and pow'r That we are spar'd another year. 3. Oh! for a sweet refreshing time; Father! thy children wish thee near: Come, and our joys shall be sublime, While we begin another year.

4. Now may thy Spirit's love reveal, And make our Heav'nly prospects clear; Our int'rest in them may we feel,

While we pass on from year to year.
5. May that good Spirit be our guide,
During our stay as pilgrims here;
Nor let us from our God backslide,
As we have done the former year.
6. Strengthen our faith, increase our love,
Fill us with godly filial fear;
And to thy waiting children prove
Thy grace through ev'ry fleeting year.

7. 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.

8. 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.

HYMN 158. 7s. NEWTON.

New year.

1. Lo! another year is gone!
Quickly have the seasons pass'd!
This we enter now upon,

Will to many prove their last. 2. Some we now no longer see,

Who their mortal race have run,
Seem'd as fair for life as we,

When the former year begun.

3. Some, (but who, God only knows,) That are here assembled now,

Ere the present year shall close, To the stroke of death may bow. 4. If from guilt and sin set free,

By the knowledge of thy grace, Welcome then, the call will be, To depart, and see thy face. 5. To thy saints, while here below, With new years new mercies come; But the happiest year they know, Is their last, which leads them home.

HYMNS FOR THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR.

HYMN 159. S. M. MORAVIAN COL-
LECTION.

Close of the year.

1. Let heart and tongue unite,
And loud thanksgivings raise;
"Tis duty mingled with delight
The Saviour's name to praise.
2. To him we owe our breath,

He took us from the womb,
Which else had shut us up in death,
And prov'd an early tomb.

3. When on the breast we hung,
Our help was in the Lord;

'Twas he first brought our infant tongue, To form the lisping word.

4. In childhood and in youth,
His eye was on us still;

Though strangers to his love and truth,
And prone to cross his will.

5. E'er since his name we knew,
How gracious hath he been!
What dangers hath he led us through!
What mercies have we seen!

6. Now, through another year,
Supported by his care,

We raise our Ebenezer here,
"The Lord hath help'd, thus far."

7. Our lot, in future years,

We cannot, Lord, foresee;