2 The clouds, like rivers raised on high,
Pour out, at thy command,
Their watery blessings from the sky,
To cheer the thirsty land.

3 The softened ridges of the field
Permit the corn to spring;
The valleys rich provision yield,
And the poor laborers sing.

4 The little hills, on every side,
Rejoice at falling showers;

The meadows, dressed in all their pride,
Perfume the air with flowers.

5 The barren clods, refreshed with rain,
Promise a joyful crop;

The parched grounds look green again,
And raise the reapers' hope.

6 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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J. TAYLOR.

Providence acknowledged in the Seasons.

1 REJOICE! the Lord is King;

Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore :

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

2 His wintry north winds blow;
Loud tempests rush amain;
Yet his thick showers of snow
Defend the infant grain:

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

3 He wakes the genial spring,
Perfumes the balmy air;
The vales their tribute bring,
The promise of the year:

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

4 He leads the circling year;
His flocks the hills adorn;

He fills the golden ear,

And loads the field with corn: O happy mortals, raise your voice; Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

5 Lead on your fleeting train,

Ye years, and months, and days;
O, bring the eternal reign

Of love, and joy, and praise:

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

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J. Q. ADAMS.

Ps. 65.

1 FOR thee in Zion waiteth praise,
O God, O thou that hearest prayer;
To thee the suppliant voice we raise;
To thee shall all mankind repair.

On thee the ends of earth rely;
In thee the distant seas confide;
By thee the mountains brave the sky,
And girded by thy strength abide.

2 Thou speakest to the tempest peace;
The roaring wave obeys thy nod;
The tumults of the people cease;

Earth trembles at the voice of God:
The morning's dawn, the evening's shade,
Alike thy power with gladness see;
The fields from thee the rains receive,
And swell with fruitfulness by thee.

3 Thy river, gracious God, o'erflows;

Its streams for human wants provide; At thy command the harvest grows, By thy refreshing showers supplied: Thy bounty clothes the plains with grass; Thy path drops fatness as it goes; And wheresoe'er thy footsteps pass,

The desert blossoms like the rose.

4 Thy goodness crowns the circling year;
The wilderness repeats thy voice;
The mountains clad with flocks appear;
The hills on every side rejoice;
And harvests from the valleys spring;
The reaper's sickle they employ ;
And, hark! how hill and valley ring
With universal shouts of joy!

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Divine Providence.

LIVERPOOL Cor

1 THE earth and all the heavenly frame
Their great Creator's love proclaim;
He gives the sun his genial power,
And sends the soft, refreshing shower.
2 The ground with plenty blooms again,
And yields her various fruits to men
To men, who from thy bounteous hand
Receive the gifts of every land.

3 Nor to the human race alone

Is thy paternal goodness shown;
The tribes of earth, of sea and air,
Enjoy thy universal care.

4 Not e'en a sparrow yields its breath
Till God permits the stroke of death;
He hears the ravens when they call,
The Father and the Friend of all.

5 To thee, in ceaseless strains, my tongue
Shall raise the morn and evening song,
And, long as breath inspires my frame,
The wonders of thy love proclaim.

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The Bounties of Providence.

DODDRIDGE.

1 FATHER of lights, we sing thy name,
Who kindlest up the lamp of day;
Wide as he spreads his golden flame,
His beams thy power and love display.

2 Fountain of good, from thee proceed The copious drops of genial rain,

Which through the hills, and through the meads, Revive the grass, and swell the grain.

3 Through the wide world thy bounties spread ; Yet millions of our guilty race,

Though by thy daily bounty fed,
Affront thy law, and spurn thy grace.

4 Not so may our forgetful hearts
O'erlook the tokens of thy care;
But what thy liberal hand imparts,
Still own in praise, still ask in prayer.
5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,

And showers in sweeter drops shall fall,
When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, our God, enjoyed in all.

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DODDRIDGE.

God supplying human Wants.

1 PARENT of universal good,

We own thy bounteous hand,
Which does so rich a table spread
E'en in this desert land.

2 Struck by thy power, the flinty rocks
In gushing torrents flow;

The feathered wanderers of the air
Thy guiding instinct know.

3 The pregnant clouds, at thy command,
Rain down delicious bread;

And by light drops of pearly dew
Are numerous armies fed.