C.M. 81 Hath given us everlasting consola 1 tion.-2 Thess. 2, 16, OME, humble souls, ye mourners COME, come, And wipe away your tears; 2 Proclaim aloud the Father's grace, 3 God, the eternal, mighty God, 4 My Father God!-and may these lips Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony 5 Thanks to my God for every gift L.M. 82 Thou, O God, hust prepared of Thy 1 то goodness for the poor.-Ps. 68, 10. 10 God, most awful and most high.[sky, Who formed the earth, the sea, the To Him on whom all worlds depend, Our humbled hearts in sighs we send. 2 Will He who hears the ravens' cry, Reject our prayers, and bid us die? Will He refuse His help to yield, Who clothes the lilies of the field? 3 Father of grace! whom we adore Bless Thy large family, the poor: The poor on Thee alone depend; Continue Thou the poor man's friend. 1 4 Content to live by toil and pain, C.M. 83 In all thy ways acknowledge Him.— Prov. 3, 6. 1 INCE all the downward tracts of God's watchful eye surveys, [time, 2 Since none can doubt His equal love, To His unerring, gracious will, Be every wish resigned. 3 Good when He gives, supremely good, E'en crosses from His sovereign hand L.M. 84 Having therefore ob'ained help of God, 1 GR I continue unto this day.-Acts 26, 22. 3 With grateful hearts, the past we own; We to Thy guardian care commit, 4 In scenes exalted or deprest, Be Thou our joy, and Thou our rest: E C.M. 85 Thou crownest the year with Thy goodness.-Ps. 65, 11. 1 OD of our life! Thy various praise GOD of our Thy hand revolves our fleeting days, 2 To Thee shall annual incense rise, 3 In every scene of life, Thy care, And constant as Thy favours are, 4 Still may Thy love in every scene, And let the same compassion deign 5 O keep this foolish heart of mine 6 If mercy smile, let mercy bring L.M. 86 The Lord preserveth all them that 1 OUR love Him.-Ps. 145, 20. UR helper, God, we bless His name, Whose love for ever is the same; The tokens of whose gracious care Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 Amidst ten thousand snares we stand, Supported by His guardian hand; And see, when we review our ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far His arm hath led us on; Thus far we make His mercy known; And while we tread this desert land, New mercies shall new songs demand. 87 1 78. The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys.. with corn.-Ps. 65, 13. RAISE to God, immortal praise, PRAISE For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of every joy! Let Thy praise our tongues employ :2 For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield, Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain:3 All that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores. 4 God in Christ! to Thee we owe All the mercies that we know, And the gift,--all gifts above,The great ransom of Thy love. L.M. 88 Thou renewest the face of the earth. 1 -Ps. 104, 30. PLEASING spring again is here, Trees and fields in bloom appear; 2 Where in winter all was snow, 3 Lord, afford a spring to me, Where these changes never come! L.M. 89 Thou preparest them corn when Thou hast so provided for it.-Ps. 65, 9. 1 ORD, to Thy bounteous care we owe, grow, [glide, And streams which through our valleys And fruitful crops of corn provide. 2 Thy rain makes soft the harrowed clod, And numerous blades break through Then, rising to the waving ear, [the sod, At length in ripened grain appear. 3 Thy goodness thus prepares a crop; Thy paths with fatness ever drop; And teeming nature's cheerful voice Seems in Thy bounty to rejoice. 4 The little hills have praising tongues; The fruitful vales break forth in songs, While numerous bleating flocks are seen, Joyful among the pastures green. 5 Lord, make us fruitful thus in grace, And joy shall animate each face: With living spring our souls renew, Our hearts shall leap and praise Thee too. L.M. 90 Thou openest Thine hand, they are filled with good.-Ps. 104, 28. 1 GREAT God! as seasons disappear, And changes mark the rolling year, Thy favour still has crowned our days, And we would celebrate Thy praise. 2 The harvest-song would we repeat; Thou givest us the finest wheat! The joys of harvest we have known: The praise, O Lord! is all Thine own. 3 Our tables spread, our garners stored, O give us hearts to bless Thee, Lord! Forbid it, Source of light and love, That hearts and lives should barren prove. 4 Another harvest comes apace, |