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Winter threat'ned to destroy
Srill I could not yield chee fruit.
Make my drooping soul rejoice ;
Life to what seem'd dead before. 5 Lord, I long to be at home,
Where these changes never come !
XXXIV. Summer Storms,
Not a threat'ning cloud be seen,
Ere a short liv'd day be o'er.
Enters on his Christian race ;
Book III. Hymn 68.
While his new-felt joys abound,
All the day, and all the year.
He would think the caution stranges
All his bopes and courage tail. 4 But the wonder-working Lord
Soothes the tempeft by his word ;
Ere the day of life be paft. 5 Try'd believers too can say,
In the courfe of one short day,
Unexpected storms destroy. 6 Dearest Saviour, call us foon
To thine high eternal noon;
XXXV. Hay-time. * THE HE grafs, and flow'rs, which clothe the
And fall, and fade away.
Thus in the fcripture glass,
May see themselves but grass *.
Nor call your time your own ;
Is mowing thousands down.
Must shortly yield your lives; Your wisdom is, to be prepara
Before the stroke arrives.
You die to live again;
To everlasting pain.
That, from our fins set free, When like the grafs our bodies fall,
Our fouls may spring to thee.
XXXVI. Harveft. * SEE! the corn again in car!
How the fields and valleys finite !
the farmer's toil :
Gracious Lord, secure the crop,
In thy mercy is our hope,
As it ripens on the stalk,
Ooly crops of useless weeds.
Hid awhile beneath the ground,
Have oppos'd its growth in vain. 4 Let the praise be all the Lord's,
As the benefit is ours !
Ready for the reaper stands. 5
Thus in barren hearts he fows
XXXVII. Praise for the Incarnations -
Charm me in Emmanuel's name;.
To his birth, and crofs, and shame. 2 When he came, the angels fung,
“ Glory be to God on high;" Lord, unloose my stamm'ring tongue,
Who should louder fing than 1? 3. Did the Lord a man become,
That he might the law fulfil, Bleed and suffer in my room,
And can'st thou, my tongue, be still ? 4. No, I must my praises bring,
Tho' they worthless are and weak; For should I refuse to fing,
Sure the very stones would speak. So my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,
Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend, Ev'ry precious name in one,
I will love thee without end.
XXXVIII. C. JEHOVAH JESUS. * MY song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise hall climb to his abode; Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,
The great, fupreme, the mighty God. 2. Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense ;