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81 Hath given us everlasting consola

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tion.-2 Thess. 2, 16,

OME, humble souls, ye mourners

COME,

come,

And wipe away your tears;
Adieu to all your sad complaints,
Your sorrows and your fears.

2 Proclaim aloud the Father's grace,
And sing the Saviour's love:
Soon shall you join the glorious theme,
In loftier strains above.

3 God, the eternal, mighty God,
To dearer names descends;
Calls you His treasure and His joy,
His children and His friends."

4 My Father God!-and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear?

Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.

5 Thanks to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow,
And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all those comforts flow.
6 For ever let my grateful heart
His bounteous grace adore;
Which gives ten thousand blessings now
And bids me hope for more.

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82 Thou, O God, hust prepared of Thy

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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.

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4 Content to live by toil and pain,
May we eternal riches gain;
Meanwhile, by Thy free goodness fed,
Give us this day our daily bread.

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83 In all thy ways acknowledge Him.—

Prov. 3, 6.

1 INCE all the downward tracts of God's watchful eye surveys,

[time,
Oh, who so wise to choose our lot,
And regulate our ways?

2 Since none can doubt His equal love,
Unmeasurably kind,

To His unerring, gracious will,

Be every wish resigned.

3 Good when He gives, supremely good,
Nor less when He denies,

E'en crosses from His sovereign hand
Are blessings in disguise.

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84 Having therefore ob'ained help of God,

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I continue unto this day.-Acts 26, 22.
REAT God, we sing that mighty hand
By which supported still we stand;
The opening year Thy mercy shows;
That mercy crowns it till its close.
2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still are we 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 deprest,

Be Thou our joy, and Thou our rest:
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.
5 When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our helper God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.

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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,
And brings the seasons round.

2 To Thee shall annual incense rise,
Our Father and our Friend;
While annual mercies from the skies
In genial streams descend.

3 In every scene of life, Thy care,
In every age, we see,

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

4 Still may Thy love in every scene,
In every age appear;

And let the same compassion deign
To bless the opening year.

5 O keep this foolish heart of mine
From anxious passions free;
Each comfort teach me to resign,
And trust my all to Thee!

6 If mercy smile, let mercy bring
My wandering soul to God;
And in affliction I will sing,
If Thou wilt bless the rod..

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86 The Lord preserveth all them that

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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.

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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.

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-Ps. 104, 30.

PLEASING spring again is here,

Trees and fields in bloom appear;
Hark! the birds in artless lays,
Warble their Creator's praise.

2 Where in winter all was snow,
Now the flowers in clusters grow,
And the corn in green array,
Promises a harvest day.

3 Lord, afford a spring to me,
Let me feel like what I see;
Speak, and by Thy gracious voice,
Make my drooping heart rejoice.
4 On Thy garden deign to smile,
Cheer the plants, enrich the soil;
Soon Thy presence will restore,
Life to what seemed dead before.
5 Lord, I long to be at home,

Where these changes never come!
Where the saints no winter fear,
Wheretis spring throughout the year.
6 How unlike this state below!
There the flowers unwithering blow,
There no chilling blasts annoy,
All is love, and peace, and joy.

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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.

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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,
Ripen our spirits by Thy grace;
That we may calmly meet the blow
The sickle gives to lay us low:-