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C.M. 81 Hath given us everlasting consola

tion.—2 Thess. 2, 16, 1 COME, humble souls, ye mourners

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 givesten thousand blessings now
And bids me hope for more.

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82 Thou, o God, nust prepared of Thy

goodness for the poor.-Ps. 08, 10. 1 TO ,

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.

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.
SINCE, all the downward tracts of

God's
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.

84 Having therefore ovlained help of God,

I continue unto this day.-Acts 26, 22. 1 REAT God, wesing that mighty hand

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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C.M. 85 Thou crownest the year with Thy

goodne88.-Ps. 65, 11. 1 G LOD of our life! Thy various praise

Let mortal voices sound:
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 allliction I will sing,

If Thou wilt bless the rod.

L.M.

86 The Lord preserveth all them that

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love Him.-Ps. 145, 20. 1

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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7s. The pastures are clotked with flocks;

the valleys . . with corn.-Ps. 65, 13. 1

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.

LM. 88 Thou renewest the face of the earth.

-Ps. 104, 30. 1 is

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,

Where tis 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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L.M. 89 Thou preparert them corn when Thou

hast so provided for it.-Ps. 65, 9. 1

, The clouds that cause our fields to 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.
(REAT 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,

() 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:-

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