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4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours

Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,

No more the face of horror wear.
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,

Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,

With morning light and ev'ning shade. 6 Here in thy house let incense rise,

And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.
HYMN 9.

(IL 3.) Psalm xxiii. I THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,

And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,

And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,

Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,

Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,

With gloomy horrors overspread;
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
HYMN 10.

(C. M) 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise !
2 O how shall words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart!

But thou canst read it there.
3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,

And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.

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4 To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear,
E’er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt

To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man.
7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently clear'd my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be fear'd than they.
8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou

With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Reviv'd my soul with grace.
9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss

Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend

Has doubled all my store.
10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy. 11 Through every period of my life

Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew.
12 When nature fails, and day and night

Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,

Thy mercy shall adore.
13 Through all eternity, to thee,

A joyful song I'll raise;
But oh! eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise.

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HYMN 11.

Psalm xxxi. 15.

"My times are in thy hand.” 1 SOV'REIGN Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise,

SUFFERINGS of CHRIST, 17, 35, 45, 54.

VANITY of man, 33, 69, verse 3, &c. SUNDAY, (See Lord's-Day.)

WAR, Psalms in time of, 14, 16, 40. SUPPORT and counsel from God, 13, verse 1; WATCHFULNESS, 15, p. ii., last three verses; 45, last verse; 73, p. ii.

33, 46, 114. TEMPORAL business and comforts, blessings on, WHITSUNDAY, 42, 53, 117, 118. (See Grace prayed for, 102.

Holy Spirit.) I'EMPTATIONS Overcome, 3, 14.

WICKEDNESS of man, 11, 44. THANKSGIVING. (See Praise.)

WINTER and summer, 121. THUNDER and storm, 24, verse 3, &c.

WORK8 of Creation, Providence, and Grace, TRINITY-SUNDAY, psalms proper for, 39, 41, 89. 15, 121. (See Creation, Providence, Trust in God, 57. (See Hope.)

Grace.) in creatures vain, 48, 120.

WORSHIP and order of the Church, 42. Truth of God celebrated, 117, 118, 120.

OF THE

PROTESTANT EPISCOPAL CHURCH

IN

The United States of America,

BET FORTH IN GENERAL CONVENTIONS OF SAID CHURCH,

IN THE YEARS OF OUR LORD

1789, 1808, & 1826.

STEREOTYPED BY JAMES CONNER, NEW-YORL.

NEW YORK:

PUBLISHED BY THE NEW-YORK PROTESTANT EPISCOPAL PRESS

46 Lumber-Street, in rear of Trinity Church.

(C. M.)

All our times are in thy hand,

All events at thy command.
2 He that form'd us in the womb,

He shall guide us to the tomb;
All our ways shall ever be

Order'd by his wise decree.
3 Times of sickness, times of health,

Blighting want, and cheerful wealth,
All our pleasures, all our pains,

Come, and end, as God ordains. 4 May we always own thy hand,

Still to thee surrender'd stand,
Know that thou art God alone,
We and ours are all thy own!

HYMN 12.
1 GOD moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines,

With never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his gracious will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace: Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

(S. M.)

IV. REDEMPTION.

HYMN 13.

Job. ix. 2-6. 1 AH, how shall fallen man

Be just before his God,