1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here:
Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below:
We a little longer wait,

But how little none can know.

2 As the wingéd arrow flies,

Speedily the mark to find, As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream:
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise;
All below is but a dream.

3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live,
With eternity in view;

Teach us, as we pass along

In the shining of thy face, Many a sweet thanksgiving-song, Even in the dreary place.

1 SWELL the anthem, raise the song;
Praises to our God belong;
Saints and angels! join to sing
Praises to the heavenly King.
Blessings from his liberal hand
Flow around this happy land,
Guarded by his watchful eye
Peace and freedom we enjoy.

2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway,
May we cheerfully obey,
Never feel oppression's rod,
Ever own and worship God.
Hark! the voice of nature sings
Praises to the King of kings;
Let us join the choral song,
And the grateful notes prolong.

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ANON.

National Thanksgiving and Prayer. 1 LORD of heaven, and earth, and ocean, Hear us from thy bright abode, While our hearts with deep devotion, Own their great and gracious God: 2 Now with joy we come before thee; Seek thy face, thy mercies sing: Lord of life, and light, and glory, Guard thy church, thou heavenly King. 3 Health, and every needful blessing, Are thy bounteous gifts alone; Comforts undeserved possessing, Here we bend before thy throne:

4 Thee, with humble adoration,

Lord, we praise for mercies past;
Still to this most favored nation
May those mercies ever last.

1 HOLY Father, thou hast taught me I should live to thee alone; Year by year thy hand hath brought me On through dangers oft unknown. 2 When I wandered, thou hast found me; When I doubted, sent me light; Still thine arm has been around me, All my paths were in thy sight. 3 I would trust in thy protecting, Wholly rest upon thine arm; Follow wholly thy directing,

Thou mine only guard from harm. 4 Keep me from mine own undoing,

Help me turn to thee when tried; Still my footsteps, Father, viewing, Keep me ever at thy side.

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852

HEGINBOTHAM.

The God of the Seasons. 1 GREAT God! let all our tuneful powers Awake and sing thy mighty name; Thy hand rolls on our circling hours, The hand from which our being came. 2 Seasons and moons revolving round

In beauteous order, speak thy praise,
And years with smiling mercy crowned,
To thee successive honors raise.

3 Each changing season on our souls
Its sweetest, kindest influence sheds;
And every period, as it rolls, [heads.
Showers countless blessings on our

4 Our lives, our health, our friends, we owe
All to thy vast, unbounded love;
Ten thousand precious gifts below,
And hopes of nobler joys above.

5

The future - all to us unknown

We to thy guardian care commit,

And peaceful leave before thy feet.

To know the price of every hour, That Time may bear us on to joys Beyond its measure and its power.

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855

God's Goodness in the Seasons. 1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that' crowns our days; Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ: 2 For the flocks spread o'er the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain, Clouds that drop their fattening dews, Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; 3 All that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores;4 For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield, For the joy which harvests bring, Grateful praises now we sing.

5 These to thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. 856

The entered Year.

ANNA L. WARING.

1 SUNLIGHT of the heavenly day, Mighty to revive and cheer, Bless our yet untrodden way, Lead us through the entered year. 2 Open thou beneath our tread

Springs the distance could not show; From the holy Fountain-Head Let them rise where'er we go.

In the shining of thy face, Many a sweet thanksgiving-song, Even in the dreary place.

4 Bold in thy protecting care,

Through the desert or the sea, Sure to prove thee faithful there, On! to reign in life with thee.

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The Flight of Time.

1 TIME by moments steals away,
First the hour, and then the day:
Small the daily loss appears,
Yet it soon amounts to years.
2 Thus another year is flown;
Now it is no more our own,
If it brought or promised good,
Than the years before the flood.
3 But may none of us forget
It has left us much in debt;
Who can tell the vast amount
Placed to every one's account!
4 Favors from the Lord received,
Sins that have his spirit grieved,
Marked by an unerring hand,
In his book recorded stand.

5 If we see another year,

May thy blessings meet us here;
Sun of righteousness, arise,

ANON.

Warm our hearts and bless our eyes!

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858

National Hymn.
1 My country, 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring.

2 My native country, thee-
Land of the noble, free-
Thy name I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

3 Our fathers' God, to thee,
Author of liberty,

To thee we sing:
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King.

On him we wait;

Thou who hast heard each sigh,
Watching each weeping eye,
Be thou forever nigh;

God save the State!

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The Fathers remembered.

PIERPONT.

1 GONE are those great and good Who here in peril stood

And raised their hymn:
Peace to the reverend dead!
The light, that on their head
The glorious past has shed,
Shall ne'er grow dim.

2 Ye temples, that to God
Rise where our fathers trod,
Guard well your trust,-
The faith that dared the sea,
The truth that made them free,
Their cherished purity,

Their garnered dust.

3 Thou high and holy One,
Whose care for sire and son
All nature fills;

While day shall break and close,
While night her crescent shows,
Oh, let thy light repose

On these thy hills!