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SECTION III.

DIVINE PROVIDENCE.

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Watts. Divine Providence. Ps. 65. 1 AT God's command, the morning ray

Smiles in the east, and leads the day;
He guides the sun's declining wheels

Over the tops of western hills.
2 Seasons and times obey his voice;

The evening and the morn rejoice
To see the earth made soft with showers,

Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers. 3 'Tis from his watery stores on high,

He gives the thirsty ground supply ;
He walks upon the clouds, and thence

Doth his enriching drops dispense. 4 The desert grows a fruitful field;

Abundant food the valleys yield;
The valleys shout with cheerful voice,

And neighboring hills repeat their joys. 5 Thy works pronounce thy power divine;

O’er every field thy glories shine ; Through every month thy gifts appear ; Great God, thy goodness crowns the year.

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WATTS. The Providence of God. Ps. 65. 1 'TIS by thy strength the mountains stand,

God of eternal power ;
The sea grows calm at thy command,

And tempests cease to roar.
2 Thy morning light and evening shade

Successive comforts bring ;
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad;

Thy flowers adorn the spring. 3 Seasons, and times, and moons, and hours,

Heaven, earth, and air, are thine;
When clouds distil in fruitful showers,

The Author is divine.
4 Those wandering cisterns in the sky,

Borne by the winds around,
With watery treaşures well supply

The furrows of the ground.
5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill,

And ranks of corn appear ;
Thy ways abound with blessings still;

Thy goodness crowns the year.

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WATTS. The Blessings of the Spring. Ps. 65. 1 GOOD is the Lord, the heavenly King,

Who makes the earth his care,
Visits the pastures every spring,

And bids the grass appear.

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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