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4 O let my soul on thee repose,

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep, that shall me more vig'rous make,
To serve my God, when I awake.
5 If in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

NEW YEAR.

[PSALM 71.]

HYMN LXXXVIII.

1 God 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 ev'ry scene of life thy care, ·
In ev'ry age, we see;

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

4 Still may thy love in ev'ry scene,
In ev'ry age, appear:

And let the same compassion deigu
To bless the op'ning 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 wand'ring soul to God!
And in affliction I shall sing,
If thou wilt bless the rod.

HYMN LXXXIX.

I MY helper God! I bless his name;
The same his power, his grace the same:
The tokens of his friendly care

Open, and crown, and close the year.
2 Amidst ten thousand snares I stand,
Supported by his guardian hand;
And see, when I survey my ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.
3 Thus far his arm has led me on;

Thus far I make his mercy known; And while I tread this desert land, New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 My grateful soul on Jordan's shore Shall raise one sacred pillar more; Then bear, in his bright courts above, Inscriptions of immortal love.

HYMN XC.

1 COME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace:
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for ceaseless songs of praise:
Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home:
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God:
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interpos'd his precious blood.
3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love!
Here's my heart, Lord; take and seal it,
Seal it from thy courts above.

HYMN XCI.

1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal,
And make thy glory known :
Now let us all thy presence feel,
And soften hearts of stone!

2 Help us to venture near thy throne,
And plead a Saviour's name;
For all that we can call our own,
Is vanity and shame.

3 From all the guilt of former sin
May mercy set us free;

And let the year we now begin,
Begin and end with thee.

4 Send down thy Spirit from above,
That saints may love thee more;
And sinners now may learn to love,
Who never lov'd before.

5 And when before thee we appear
In our eternal home,

May growing numbers worship here,
And praise thee in our room,

HARVEST.

[PSALMS 65, 145.]

HYMN XCII.

I FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love!
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was The plants in beauty grew;

Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.

4 Thy various mercies from above
Matur'd the swelling grain:
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

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5 We own and bless thy gracious sway;
Thy promise stilt is sure:

Seed-time and harvest, night and day,
And cold and heat endure.

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DEATH & JUDGMENT.

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[PSALMS 16, 17, 39, 50, 89, 90.-HYMNS 107, 109, 156, 158, 168, 193.]

HYMN XCIII.

1 THEE we adore, Eternal name!,
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we!

2 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're trav'lling to the grave.

3 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.

4 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road;

And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

HYMN XCIV.

1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms?

'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.

2 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb?

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