1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here: They have done with all below: 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: 3 Thanks for mercies past receive; 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; 2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, CARTHAGE. 8s & 78. 848 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; 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. 92 262 BERA. L.M. ROOT & SWEETSER'S COLL. 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, 3 Each changing season on our souls 4 Our lives, our health, our friends, we owe 14 In scenes exalted or depressed, 5 3 With grateful hearts the past we own; 5 Great Source of wisdom! teach our hearts 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. NUREMBURG. 9:4 7s. Arr. by Dr. L. MASON. 855 MRS. BARBAULD. 3 Teach us, as we pass along 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. 857 The Flight of Time. 1 TIME by moments steals away, 5 If we see another year, May thy blessings meet us here; ANON. Warm our hearts and bless our eyes! 9:3 74 AMERICA. 6s & 4s. 858 National Hymn. Land where my fathers died, 2 My native country, thee- S. F. SMITH. 2 For her our prayer shall rise I love thy rocks and rills, 3 Our fathers' God, to thee, To thee we sing: On him we wait; Thou who hast heard each sigh, God save the State! 860 The Fathers remembered. 鬥 PIERPONT. 1 GONE are those great and good Who here in peril stood And raised their hymn: 2 Ye temples, that to God Their garnered dust. 3 Thou high and holy One, While day shall break and close, On these thy hills! |