653 7s M. Time, how swift! J. NEWTON. 1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find,- Bear us down life's rapid stream: 3 Thanks for mercies past receive; Bless thy word to young and old, 508 654 C. M. WATTS. The Seasons of the Year. Ps. 147. 1 WITH songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, 2 He sends his showers of blessing down He makes the grass the mountains crown, 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat, But man, who tastes his finest wheat, 4 His steady counsels change the face He bids the sun cut short his race, 5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, 6 He sends his word, and melts the snow; 7 The changing wind, the flying cloud, With songs and honors sounding loud, The Year crowned with the divine Goodness. 1 ETERNAL Source of every joy, Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear, DODDRIDGE. Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 3 The flowery spring, at thy command, 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours No more a face of horror wear. 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, 6 0, may our more harmonious tongues 510 656 C. M. The Autumn Evening. PEABODY. 1 BEHOLD the western evening light! So calm the righteous sink away, 2 The winds breathe low; the yellow leaf 3 How beautiful, on all the hills, 4 How mildly on the wandering cloud So sweet the memory left behind, 5 And, lo! above the dews of night So faith lights up the mourner's heart, 6 Night falls, but soon the morning light And thus the eyes that sleep in death 511 657 6s & 4s M. MRS. HEMANS. Funeral Prayer. 1 LOWLY and solemn be A hymn of suppliant breath, 2 O Father, in that hour When earth all succoring power When spear, and shield, and crown, Sustain us, thou! 3 By Him who bowed to take From whom the last dismay 4 Tremblers beside the grave, We call on thee to save, Father divine! Hear, hear our suppliant breath; 512 |