4 Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said, 259 Be Thou their Comfort, Food, and Stay! Amen. 290. 7. Anstice. I 2 THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess, Thy goodness we adore; A spring, whose blessings never fail, Sun, moon, and stars, Thy love attest Love draws the curtains of the night, 3 Thy bounty every season crowns With joyful clusters bend the vines, 4 But chiefly Thy compassions, Lord, There, like the Sun, Thy mercy shines 5* To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost The God whom we adore, Be glory; as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. Amen. T. Gibbons. I 291. FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love, How rich Thy bounties are! The rolling seasons, as they move 2 When in the bosom of the earth The sower hid the grain, 3 Thy goodness marked its secret birth The Spring's sweet influence was Thine, Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, 4 These various mercies from above 5 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone Let him not then forget to own 6 Fountain of love! our praise is Thine · To Thee our songs we'll raise, And all created nature join In sweet harmonious praise. Amen. A. Flowerdew. I 292. COME, ye thankful people, come, Ere the winter-storms begin : For our wants to be supplied; 2 We ourselves are God's own field, 3 For the Lord our God shall come, 4 Then, thou Church triumphant, come, Raise the song of harvest-home! All are safely gathered in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There, for ever purified, In God's garner to abide : Come, ten thousand angels, come; Raise the glorious harvest-home! Amen. H. Alford. 293. I 2 PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the blessings of the field, 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain; 4 All that Spring with bounteous hand All that liberal Autumn pours 5 These to Thee, O God, we owe, A. L. Barbauld. I 2 294. FOR Thy mercy and Thy grace, In our weakness and distress, Be our true and living way! 3 Who of us death's awful road In the coming year shall tread? 4 Keep us faithful, keep us pure, Fit us for the promised crown! 5 So within Thy palace gate We shall praise, on golden strings, Thee, the only Potentate, Lord of lords, and King of kings! Amen. I 295. Psalm XC. H. Downton. GOD, our help in ages past, Our shelter from the stormy blast, |