4 Delightful scene! a world at rest,
A God all love, no grief nor fear,
A heavenly hope, a peaceful breast,
A smile unsullied by a tear.

5 If heaven be ever felt below,

A scene so heav'nly sure as this,
May cause a heart on earth to know,
Some foretaste of celestial bliss.

6 Delightful hour! how soon will night
Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign;
And morrow's quick returning light
Must call us to the world again.
7 Yet will there dawn at last a day,
A sun that never sets shall rise
Night will not veil his ceaseless ray,
The heavenly Sabbath never dies.

450.

SABBATH EVENING.

Dedication-Stamford.

8.8.8.6.

1 The Sabbath-day has reached its close; Yet, Saviour, ere I seek repose,

Grant me the peace thy love bestows,
Smile on my evening hour.

2 O heavenly Comforter, sweet guest,
Hallow and calm my troubled breast:
Weary I come to thee for rest;
Smile on my evening hour.

B O ever present, ever nigh,
Jesus, on thee I fix mine eye,
Thou hear'st the contrite spirit sigh;
Smile on my evening hour.

4 My only Intercessor, thou,
Mingle thy fragrant incense now
With every prayer and every vow;
Smile on my evening hour.

5 And O, when life's short course shall end, And death's dark shades around impend, My God, my everlasting Friend,

Smile on my evening hour.

451.

SPRING.

C. M.

Huddersfield-Handel's Seventy-third University! 1 The icy chains that bound the earth Are now dissolv'd and gone;

Wak'd by the sun, the youthful spring
Puts all its beauty on.

2 My soul, in ev'ry scene admire
The wisdom, love, and power;
Behold thy God in ev'ry plant,
In ev'ry op'ning flower.

3 With quick'ning beams, thou God of grace, Shine on this heart of mine;

My winter thus shall turn to spring;
The glory shall be thine.

452.

THE SOWER.
Tallis-York-Tiverton.

1 Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough,
Break up your fallow ground!
The sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round.
2 The seed that finds a stony soil,
Shoots forth a hasty blade;
But ill repays the sower's toil,

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Soon withered, scorched, and dead.
3 The thorny ground is sure to baulk
All hopes of harvest there:
We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.

4 The beaten path and highway-side
Receive the trust in vain ;

The watchful birds the spoil divide,
And pick up all the grain.

5 But where the Lord of grace and
Has blessed the happy field;
How plenteous is the golden store

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The deep-wrought furrows yield!
6 Father of mercies, we have need
Of thy preparing grace;

Let the same hand that gives the seed,
Provide a fruitful place.

453.

"SUMMER IS NEAR."

St. Lawrence-Bremen1-Prestwich.

1 The soul's sweet summer is not here,
But only breaths and flowers;
Its open glory will appear,

But secret now its powers.

2 Life here, it is spring's fickle time, Alternate blight and balm;

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But heaven will be our summer's prime,
One bright unending calm.

3 0, glad we are, yet scarce begun
Our day of happiness;

The light of an unrisen sun

Is all that we possess.

4 The joy with which our souls are blest, How silent and how pure;

But joy is twilight at the best,
Although of sunrise sure.

5 Spirit of Christ, through thee we oft
The coming summer feel;

Thou canst, in hallowing glory soft,
A budding world reveal.

6 Our hearts with an increasing glow
Of morning hope, oh, fill;

Christ's coming day we then shall know
By joys devout and still.

454.

SUMMER.

S. M.

Prague-Birmingham-Carlisle.

1 Great God! at thy command Seasons in order rise;

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

How warm the solar beams!
And to refresh the ground, the rains
Descend in gentle streams.

3 With grateful praise we own
Thy ever-bounteous hand,

Whose gifts, with various fruits and flowers,

Adorn and bless the land.

4 Our highest praise we give,
For thy redeeming love-
Our pardon, peace, and joy below,
Our hope of heav'n above.

Gräfenberg-Gloucester - Harborough.

1 To praise the ever-bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy powers;
He calls, and at his voice come forth
The smiling harvest-hours.

C. M.