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3 He left His radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
Was ever love like this?
4. Dear LORD! while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to Thee,
• The SAVIOUR died for me.'
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme
Fill ev'ry heart and tongue,
And join the sacred song!
Prayer for full Attendance.
1 MY GOD! and is Thy table spread?
And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow?
And let them all Thy sweetness know. 2 Hail, sacred feast! which JESUS makes ;
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood:
That precious stream, that heav'nly food I 3 Let crowds approach with holy zeal,
By faith and penitence prepard;
Salvation by our souls be shar'd!
4 Drawn by Thy quick’ning grace, O LORD!
The thronging numbers shall have room, And gather from their FATHER's board
The bread, that lives beyond the tomb. 5 Nor let Thy spreading glory rest,
Till through the world Thy truth has run; Till with this bread all men are blest,
Who see the day, or feel the sun.
Spring. 1 BEHOLD! long wish’d-for spring is come,
How alter'd is the scene ! The trees and shrubs are dress d in bloom,
The earth array'd in green.
Beauteous around us spring;
Invite our hearts to sing.
Oppress'd with sin and doubts I feel 'tis winter still within,
Though all is spring without.
4 O! would my SAVIOUR, from on high,
Break through these clouds and shine, No creature then more blest than I,
No song more loud than mine. 5 LORD, let Thy Word my hopes revive,
And overcome my foes ;
And blossom like the rose!
i To praise the bounteous LORD of all,
My soul! wake all thy pow'rs:
The smiling harvest hours. 2 His cov’nant with the earth He keeps;
My tongue His goodness sing:
And harvest crowns the spring.'
The waving yellow crop;
And sow again in hope. 4 Thus' teach me, gracious GOD! to sow
The seeds of righteousness;
The ripening harvest bless.
Shall reap' a glorious crop;
What I have sown in hope.
i SEE how the little toiling ant
Improves the harvest hours !
The choicest store she pours.
But youth of life's the prime:
And this th' accepted time.
To-morrow,' folly cries :
To-day the sinner dies. 4 When conscience speaks, it's voice regard,
And seize the fleeting hour;
And God will give the pow'r.
Encircling nature round:
Late with gay verdure crown'd! 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, Confin'd in cold inactive chains,
How desolate and sad!
4 Return, O blissful sun, and bring
The soul-reviving ray;
This darkness cheerful day.
5 O happy state, divine abode,
Where spring eternal reigns,
Fills all the heav'nly plains ! 6 Great Source of Light! Thy beams display,
My drooping joys restore,
Where winter frowns no more.
End of the Year.
1 SING to the great Jehovah's praise!
All praise to Him belongs,
Deniands our choicest songs : 2 Whose providence has brought us through
Another various year:
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