5 That so, when angel-reapers come
To gather sheaves to Thy blest home,
Our spirits may be borne on high,
To Thy safe garner in the sky.

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91 Seed-time and harvest... shall not

cease.-Gen. 8, 22.

O praise the ever-bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy powers;

He calls, and at His voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours.

2 His covenant with the earth He keeps ;
My tongue, His goodness sing;
Summer and winter know their time,
His harvest crowns the spring.

3 Well pleased the toiling swains behold The waving yellow crop;

With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.

4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow,
The seeds of righteousness;

Smile on my soul, and with Thy beams
The ripening harvest bless.

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92 Thy paths drop fatness—Ps. 65, 11.
NOW
TOW let us raise our voices high,
And bless His liberal hand

1

Who reigns enthroned above the sky, And smiles upon the land.

2 We praise Thy name for fruitful fields For autumn's ample store;

For all the comforts nature yields,
To bless both rich and poor.

3 Yes, gracious God, year after year,
We prove Thy kindness still;
Seed-time and harvest both appear,
Thy promise to fulfil.

4 But the provisions of Thy grace
All other gifts exceed;

May we Thine offers, Lord, embrace,
And on the Saviour feed.

5 Then, when the glorious morn shall
That all Thy saints shall rise, [come,
Angels will bear the harvest home
To garners in the skies.

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93 Who can stand before His cold?—

Ps. 147, 17.

1 STERN winter throws his icy chains, Encircling nature round;

How bleak, how comfortless the plains, Late with gay verdure crowned! 2 The sun withdraws his vital beams, And light and warmth depart, And drooping, lifeless nature seems An emblem of my heart.

3

My heart, where mental winter reigns
In night's dark mantle clad,
Confined in cold inactive chains,
How desolate and sad!

4 Return, O blissful Sun, and bring
Thy soul-reviving ray:

This mental winter shall be spring,
This darkness, cheerful day.

5 O happy state, divine abode,
Where spring eternal reigns,
And perfect day, the smile of God,
Fills all the heavenly plains!

6 Great source of light, Thy beams disMy drooping joys restore,

And guide me to the seat of day,
Where winter frowns no more.

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94 To the Lord our God belong mercies and forgivenesses.-Dan. 9, 9.

1 HEN all Thy mercies, O my God! My rising soul surveys:

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 O how shall words, with equal warmth, The gratitude declare

That glows within mythankful heart?
But Thou canst read it there.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer.

4 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

5 Through hidden dangers, toils, and
It cleared my dubious way; [deaths,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.

5 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renewed my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

7 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;

And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

8 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide Thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord!
Thy mercy shall adore.

9 Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise,
For oh! eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise.

THE WORK OF GOD IN

REDEMPTION.

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95 God sent not His Son into the world

1

to condemn the world.-John 3, 17.

COME, happy souls, approach your God

With new melodious songs;

Come, render to almighty grace

The tribute of your tongues.

2 So strange, so boundless was the love That pitied dying men,

The Father sent His equal Son

To give them life again.

3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed With an avenging rod,

No hard commission to perform

The vengeance of a God.

4 But all was mercy, all was mild,

And wrath forsook the throne,

When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down.

5 Now, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry;

Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.

6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls
Accept Thine offered grace;

We bless the great Redeemer's love,
And give the Father praise.

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96 God was in Christ, reconciling the

world unto Himself.-2 Cor. 5, 19.

1 RAISE your triumphant songs

2

3

4

5

6

To an immortal tune;

Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done.

Sing how eternal love

Its Chief-Beloved chose,

And bid Him raise our wretched race

From their abyss of woes.

His hand no thunder bears,

No terror clothes His brow;

No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.

"Twas Mercy filled the throne,
And Wrath stood silent by,

WhenChrist was sent with pardons down

To rebels doomed to die.

Now, sinners, dry your tears,
Let hopeless sorrows cease:
Bow to the sceptre of His love,
And take the offered peace.

Lord, we obey Thy call,

We lay an humble claim

To the salvation Thou hast brought,
And love and praise Thy name.

97

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God is my salvation.-Isa. 12, 2.
And triumph in my God;
RISE, my soul, my joyful powers,

Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim,
His glorious grace abroad.

2 He raised me from the deeps of sin,
The gates of gaping hell,

And fixed my standing more secure
Than 'twas before I fell.

3 The arms of everlasting love
Beneath my soul He placed,
And on the Rock of Ages set
My slippery footsteps fast.
4 The city of my blest abode
Is walled around with grace;
Salvation for a bulwark stands,
To shield the sacred place.
5 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice,
And songs of gladness sing;
Loud hallelujahs shall address
My Saviour and my King.

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98 According to His own purpose and

1

NOW

grace.-2 Tim. 1, 9.

TOW to the power of God supreme,
Be everlasting honours given;

He saves from hell, we bless His name;
He calls our wandering feet to heaven.

2 Not for our duties or deserts,

But of His own abounding grace, He works salvation in our hearts, And forms a people for His praise. 3 "Twas His own purpose that begun To rescue rebels doomed to die; He gave us grace in Christ His Son Before He spread the starry sky. 4 Jesus the Lord appears at last, And makes His Father's counsels known, Declares the great transactions past, And brings immortal blessings down. 5 He dies; and in that dreadful night Doth all the powers of hell destroy: Rising, He brings our heaven to light, And takes possession of the joy.

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99 The Lord Jehovah is my strength

and my song.-Isa. 12, 2.

GOD of salvation, we adore

Thy saving love, Thy saving power; And to our utmost stretch of thought, Hail the redemption Thou hast wrought. 2 Welovethe stroke that breaks our chain, The sword by which our sins are slain; And while abased in dust we bow, We sing the grace that lays us low.