1 AT God's command, the morning ray 2 Seasons and times obey his voice; 3 'Tis from his watery stores on high, 4 The desert grows a fruitful field; 5 Thy works pronounce thy power divine; O'er every field thy glories shine; Through every month thy gifts appear; 135 C. M. 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, 2 Thy morning light and evening shade Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad; 3 Seasons, and times, and moons, and hours, 4 Those wandering cisterns in the sky, 5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill, Thy ways abound with blessings still; 136 C. M. WATTS. The Blessings of the Spring. Ps. 65. 1 GOOD is the Lord, the heavenly King, 2 The clouds, like rivers raised on high, Their watery blessings from the sky, 3 The softened ridges of the field 4 The little hills, on every side, The meadows, dressed in all their pride, 5 The barren clods, refreshed with rain, The parched grounds look green again, 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. 137 6s & 8s M. 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; 2 His wintry north winds blow; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 3 He wakes the genial spring, Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 4 He leads the circling year; 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; Of love, and joy, and praise: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 138 L. M. J. Q. ADAMS. Ps. 65. 1 FOR thee in Zion waiteth praise, On thee the ends of earth rely; 2 Thou speakest to the tempest peace; Earth trembles at the voice of God: 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; |