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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; Upward, Lord, our spirits raise,

All below is but a dream.

3 Thanks for mercies past receive;

Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us henceforth how to live,

With eternity in view : Bless thy word to young and old ;

Fill us with a Saviour's love ; And, when life's short tale is told,

May we dwell with thee above!

1202

Thanksgiving. PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days! Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield; For the fruits in full supply, Ripened 'neath the summer sky ;2 All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich, o'erflowing stores; These to thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.

John Newton.

1201 Endependence Day.
SWELL the anthem, raise the song ;
Praises to our God belong;
Saints and angels join to sing
Praises to the heavenly King.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld.

GEORGE J. Elvey.

Ere the winter storms begin:

There, for ever purified,
In God's garner to abide :
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest Home!

Henry Alford.

1204 The Close of the Year.
Thou who roll'st the year around,

Crowned with mercies large and free, Rich thy gifts to us abound,

Warm our praise shall rise to thee. Kindly to our worship bow,

While our grateful thanks we tell, That, sustained by thee, we now

Bid the parting year— farewell! 2 All its numbered days are sped,

All its busy scenes are o'er, All its joys for ever fled,

All its sorrows felt no more. Mingled with the eternal past,

Its remembrance shall decay; Yet to be revived at last

At the solemn judgment-day. 3 All our follies, Lord, forgive!

Cleanse us from each guilty stain ; Let thy grace within us live,

That we spend not years in vain. Then, when life's last eve shall come,

Happy spirits, may we fly To our everlasting home,

To our Father's house on high !

ST. GEORGE.

78. D.

Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of Harvest Home! All is safely gathered in,

God our Maker doth provide

For our wants to be supplied: Come to God's own templo, come, Raise the song of Harvest Home!

1203 Song for Marbest.
COME, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin :
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied :
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!
2 We ourselves are God's own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield:
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear :
Grant, O Harvest-Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be !

3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home:
From his field shall in that day
All offences purge away:
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast:
But the fruitful ears to store
In his garner evermore.

4 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!
All are safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin :

Ray Palmer.

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1205 National.
LORD! while for all mankind we pray,

Of every clime and coast,
Oh, hear us for our native land,

The land we love the most. 2 Oh, guard our shores from every foe,

With peace our borders bless, With prosperous times our cities crown,

Our fields with plenteousness. 3 Unite us in the sacred love

Of knowledge, truth, and thee: And let our hills and valleys shout

The songs of liberty. 4 Here may religion, pure and mild,

Smile on our Sabbath hours; And piety and virtue bless

The home of us and ours.
5 Lord of the nations, thus to thee

Our country we commend;
Be thou her refuge and her trust,

Her everlasting friend.

1206 New Year.
Our Father! through the coming year

We know not what shall be;
But we would leave without a fear

Its ordering all to thee.
2 It may be we shall toil in vain

For what the world holds fair; And all the good we thought to gain

Deceive and prove but care.
3 It may be it shall darkly blend

Our love with anxious fears,
And snatch away the valued friend,

The tried of many years.
4. It may be it shall bring us days

And nights of lingering pain; And bid us take a farewell gaze

Of these loved haunts of men. 5 But calmly, Lord, on thee we rest;

No fears our trust shall move; Thou knowest what for each is best,

:

John R. Wreford.

MELITA. L. M. 61.

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And thou art Perfect Love.

William Gaskell.

J. B. DYKES.

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1208 Sailors.—Tune—MELITA.
ETERNAL Father! strong to save,
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,
Who bid'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep:

Oh, hear us when we cry to thee

For those in peril on the sea!
2 0 Saviour! whose almighty word
The winds and waves submissive heard,
Who walkedst on the foaming deep,
And calm amid its rage did sleep:

Oh, hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea !

3 O Sacred Spirit! who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
Who bad'st its angry tumult cease,
And gavest light and life and peace :

Oh, hear us when we cry to thee

For those in peril on the sea !
4 O Trinity of love and power!
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;

And ever let there rise to thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

William Whiting.

AMERICA. 68, 4s.

H. CARRY

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