And fragrance breathes in ev'ry gale,
How sweet the vernal day!

2 Hark! how the feather'd warblers sing!
'Tis nature's cheerful voice;
Soft music hails the lovely spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.

3 O God of nature, and of grace,
Thy heav'nly gifts impart;
Then shall my meditation trace
Spring blooming in my heart.
4 Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song;
And love, and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.

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HYMN. S. M.

The Spring.

SWEET is the time of spring,
When nature's charms appear;

The birds with ceaseless pleasure sing,
And hail the op'ning year:

But sweeter far the spring
Of wisdom and of grace,

When children bless and praise their King
Who loves the youthful race.

2 Sweet is the dawn of day,

When light just streaks the sky;

When shades and darkness pass away,

And morning's beams are nigh:

But sweeter far the dawn

Of piety in youth;

When doubt and darkness are withdrawn

Before the light of truth.

3 Sweet is the early dew,

Which gilds the mountain's tops, And decks each plant and flow'r we view, With pearly glitt'ring drops:

But sweeter far the scene

On Zion's holy hill;

When there the dew of youth is seen

Its freshness to distil.

1 GREAT God, at thy command Seasons in order rise:

Thy pow'r and love in concert reign Through earth, and seas, and skies. 2 How balmy is the air!

How warm the sun's bright beams! While, to refresh the ground, the rains Descend in gentle streams.

3 With grateful praise we own
Thy providential hand,

While grass, and herbs, and waving corn,
Adorn and bless the land.

4 But greater still the gift

Of thine incarnate Son;
By him forgiveness, peace, and joy,
Through endless ages run.

1 THE winter is over and gone,

The thrush whistles sweet on the spray, The turtle breathes forth her soft moan, The lark mounts and warbles away.

2 Shall every creature around

Their voices in concert unite, And I, the most favour'd, be found, In praising to take less delight? 3 Awake, then, my harp, and my late! Sweet organs, your notes softly swell! No longer my lips shall be mute,

The Saviour's high praises to tell! 4 His love in my heart shed abroad, My graces shall bloom as the spring; This temple, his Spirit's abode, My joy, as my duty, to sing.

Hark! the birds, with artless lays,
Warble their Creator's praise!

2 Lord, afford a spring to me!
Let me feel like what I see:
Ah! my winter has been long,

Chill'd my hopes, suppress'd my song. 3 How the soul in winter mourns, Till the Lord, the Sun, returns! Till the Spirit's gentle rain Bids the heart revive again! 4 O beloved Saviour, haste,

Tell me all the storms are past:
Speak, and by thy gracious voice
Make my drooping soul rejoice.

HYMN. C. M.
Summer-A Harvest Hymn.

1 TO praise the ever bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy pow'rs;
He calls, and at his voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours.

2 His cov❜nant with the earth he keeps;
My tongue, his goodness sing;
Summer and winter know their time,
His harvest crowns the spring.

3 Well pleas'd the toiling swains behold The waving yellow crop;

With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.

4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow
The seeds of righteousness;
Smile on my soul, and with thy beams
The rip'ning harvest bless.

5 Then, in the last great harvest, I
Shall reap a glorious crop;
The harvest shall by far exceed
What I have sow'd in hope.

1 STERN winter throws his icy chains,

Encircling nature round;

How bleak, how comfortless the plains,
Late with gay verdure crown'd!
2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,
And light and warmth depart;
And drooping lifeless, nature seems
An emblem of my heart.

3 My heart, where mental winter reigns,
In night's dark mantle clad,
Confin'd in cold, inactive chains,
How desolate and sad!

4 Return, O blissful Sun, and bring
Thy soul-reviving ray;

This mental winter shall be spring,
This darkness cheerful day.

5 O happy state, divine abode,

Where spring eternal reigns; And perfect day, the smile of God, Fills all the heav'nly plains!

6 Great Source of light, thy beams display, My drooping joys restore,

And guide me to the seats of day,
Where winter frowns no more.

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HYMN. L. M.

Goodness of God in the Seasons.

1 ON God the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends; At his command the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day. 2 Seasons and times obey his voice; The morn and ev'ning both rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and dress'd in flowers. 3 The desert grows a fruitful field; Abundant food the valleys yield;

The plains shall shout with cheerful voice, And neighbouring hills repeat their joys. 4 Thy works pronounce thy power divine; O'er every field thy glories shine; Through ev'ry month thy gifts appear: Great God, thy goodness crowns the year.

1 THE Lord is good, the heav'nly King,
He makes the earth his care;
Visits the pastures ev'ry spring,
And bids the grass appear.

2 The times and seasons-days and hours,
Heav'n, earth, and air are thine;
When clouds distil in fruitful show'rs,
The Author is divine.

3 The soften'd ridges of the field
Permit the corn to spring;
The valleys rich provision yield,
And all the lab'rers sing.

4 The various months thy goodness crowns; How bounteous are thy ways!

The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs,
And shepherds shout thy praise.

1 SING to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds around the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
2 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And feed the ravens when they cry.
3 What is the creature's skill or force,
The vig'rous man, the warlike horse,
The sprightly wit, the active limb!
All are too mean delights for him.
4 His saints are lovely in his sight;

He views his children with delight;
He sees their hopes, he knows their fear,
And finds and loves his image there.

1 LET Zion praise the mighty God, And make his honours known abroad;