The sea grows calm at thy command,
And tempests cease to roar.

2 Thy morning light, and ev'ning shade,
Successive comforts bring;

Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,
Thy flow'rs adorn the spring.

3 Seasons and times, and moons, and hours,
Heav'n, earth, and air are thine;
When clouds distil in fruitful show'rs,
The author is divine.

4 Those floating cisterns in the sky,
Borne by the winds around,
With wat❜ry treasures well supply
The furrows of the ground.

5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear:
Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year.

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99. C.M. WATTS.

The blessings of the spring.

OOD is the LORD, the heav'nly king,
Who makes the earth his care;

Visits the pastures ev'ry spring,

And bids the grass appear.

2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high,
Pour out, at thy command,
Their wat❜ry plessings from the sky,
To cheer the thirsty land.

3 The soften'd ridges of the field
Permit the corn to spring;

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The valleys rich provision yield,
And the poor lab'rers sing.
4 The little hills on ev'ry side
Rejoice at falling show'rs;

The meadows, dress'd in all their pride,
Perfume the air with flow'rs.

5 The barren clods refresh'd with rain.
Promise a joyful crop :

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The parched fields look green again,
And raise the reaper's hope.

The various months thy goodness crowns; How bounteous are thy ways!

The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout thy praise.

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100. L.M. DODDRIDGE.

The year crowned with goodness.

'TERNAL source of ev'ry joy!

Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear;

Thy goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports the steady pole: By thee the sun is taught to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 The flow'ry spring, at thy command, Embalms the air, and paints the land; The summer-rays with vigour shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours Thro' all our coasts redundant stores ;

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And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days Demand successive songs of praise; Still be the cheerful homage paid

With morning light and evʼning shade ! 6 O may our more harmonious tongues In worlds unknown pursue the songs; And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and years revolve no more! 101. C. M. MRS. STEELE.

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A bymn for the spring.

WHILE beauty clothes the fertile vale,

And blossoms on the spray,

And fragrance breathes in ev'ry gale,
How sweet the vernal day!

2 How kind the influence of the skies;
Soft show'rs, with blessings fraught,
Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance risc,
And fix the roving thought.

3 O let my wond'ring heart confess,

With gratitude and love,

The bounteous hand that deigns to bless The garden, field, and grove.

4 That bounteous hand my thoughts adore, Beyond expression kind,

Hath sweeter, nobler gifts in store,
To bless the craving mind.

5 Inspir❜d to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song;

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And love and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.

102. L.M. MRS. STEELE.

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Seed-time and harvest.

HE rising morn, the closing day, Repeat thy praise with grateful voice; Both in their turns thy pow'r display, And laden with thy gifts rejoice. Earth's wide-extended, varying scenes, All smiling round thy bounty show; From seas or clouds, full magazines, Thy rich diffusive blessings flow. 3 Now earth receives the precious seed, Which thy indulgent hand prepares ; And nourishes the future bread, And answers all the sower's cares. 4 Thy sweet refreshing show'rs attend, And through the ridges gently flow, Soft on the springing corn descend: And thy kind blessing makes it grow. 5 Thy goodness crowns the circling year ; Thy paths drop fatness all around; Ev'n barren wilds thy praise declare, And echoing hills return the sound. Here spreading flocks adorn the plain; There plenty every charm displays; Thy bounty clothes each lovely scene, And joyful nature shouts thy praise.

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103. L.M. MERRICK.

The blessings of the year the gift of Providence.

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HE morn and eve thy praise resound, LORD, as they walk th' ethereal round, Thy visits teach the grateful soil To recompense the lab'rer's toil. 2 By unexhausted springs supply'd, The river pours its copious tide; A thousand streams, in sportive play, Thro' the rich meadows wind their way. 3 The clouds, in frequent show'rs distill'd, Drop fatness on the fruitful field,

Break the rough glebe, the furrows cheer, And crown with good the smiling year. 4 The pastures of th' extended waste Thy gifts in rich profusion taste; The hills around exulting stand, And shew the bounty of thy hand. 5 Cherish'd at length by lenient skies, Herbage and corn luxuriant rise: The laughing vale assumes a tongue, And bursts triumphant into song.

104. L.M. ANONYMOUS.

Autumnal hymn.

REAT GOD! at whose all pow'rful call, At first arose this beauteous frame, Thou bidd'st the seasons change, and all The changing seasons speak thy name.