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The summer rays with vigor shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 1 GREAT God, we sing that mighty hand By which supported still we stand :
4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours The opening year Thy mercy shows ; Through all our coasts redundant Let mercy crown it till it close.
And winters, softened by Thy care, 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
No more the face of horror wear.
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and By His unerring counsel led.
Demand successive songs of praise ; 3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
And be the grateful homage paid, The future, all to us unknown,
With morning light and evening shade. We to Thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before Thy feet. 6 Here in Thy house let incense rise, 4 In scenes exalted or deprest,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes ; Be Thou our joy, and Thou our rest;
Till to those lofty heights we soar, Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Where days and years revolve no more. Adored through all our changing days. 921 920
1 No change of time shall ever shock 1 ETERNAL Source of every joy,
My firm affection, Lord, to Thee; Well may Thy praise our lips employ,
For Thou hast always been my Rock, While in Thy temple we appear
A Fortress and Defence to me. To hail Thee, Sovereign of the year. 2 Thou my Deliverer art, O God; 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, My trust is in Thy mighty power, Thy hand supports and guides the Thou art my Shield from foes abroad, whole;
At home my Safeguard and my Tower. The sun is taught by Thee to rise, 3 To Thee will I address my prayer,
And darkness when to veil the skies. To whom all praise we justly owe; 3 The flowery spring, at Thy command, So shall I, by Thy watchful care,
Perfumes the air and paints the land ; Be guarded safe from every foe.
3 Great God, on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Upon life's feeble strings ! 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on every breath;
Upon the brink of death.
To walk this dangerous road;
May they be found with God!
Our hope for years to come,
And our eternal home;
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
And our defence is sure.
Or earth received her frame,
To endless years the same.
Bears all its sons away;
Dies at the opening day.
Our hope for years to come,
And our eternal home!
And humbly own to Thee
What dying worms are we! 2 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
We're traveling to the grave.
I AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that Sovereign Love
That shows salvation nigh. 2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near: Then, welcome each declining day!
Welcome each closing year! 3 Not many years their rounds shall run,
Nor many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course!
Ye mortal powers, decay!
Ye bring eternal day.
1928 i Come, let us anew
i Come, let us anew
Our journey pursue,
With vigor arise, And never stand still till the Master And press to our permanent place in the appear.
skies. 2 His adorable will
2 Of heavenly birth,
Though wandering on earth,
This is not our place, By the patience of hope and the labor of But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we love.
confess. 3 Our life is a dream;
3 No longing we find
For the country behind ;
But onward we move, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. And still we are seeking a country above. 4 The arrow is flown,
4 A country of joy
Without any alloy,
We thither repair ; Rushes on to our view, and eternity's Our hearts and our treasure already are here.
there. 5 Oh that each in the day
5 The rougher our way, Of His coming may say,
The shorter our stay ; “I have fought my way through, The tempests that rise “I have finished the work Thou didst Shall serve but to hurry our souls to the give me to do!”
skies. 6 Oh that each from his Lord
6 The fiercer the blast, May receive the glad word,
The sooner 't is past; “Well and faithfully done!
The troubles that come “Enter into My joy and sit down on My Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us throne !"