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Great God! we sing that mighty hand

Hymnal: BW1870 #545 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Great God! we sing that mighty hand, By which supported still we stand, The op'ning year Thy mercy shows-- Let mercy crown it till it close. 2 By day, at night, at home, abroad, Still we are guarded by our God; By His incessant bounty fed, By his unerring counsel led. 3 With grateful hearts the past we own; the future, all to us unknown, We to Thy guardian care commit, And, peaceful, leave before Thy feet. 4 In scenes exalted or depress'd, Be Thou our joy, and Thou our rest; Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Adored through all our changing days. 5 When death shall interrupt our songs, And seal in silence mortal tongues, Our Helper, God, in whom we trust, In better worlds our souls shall boast. Topics: New Year Languages: English

God of our lives! Thy constant care

Hymnal: BW1870 #546 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 God of our lives! Thy constant care With blessings crowns each op'ning year; These lives, so frail, dost Thou prolong, And wake anew our annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled To the dark regions of the dead, Since, from this day, the changing sun Through his last yearly course has run! 3 We yet survive, but who can say, Or through the year, or month, or day, I shall retain my vital breath, Thus far, at least, in league with death? 4 That breath is Thine, eternal God! 'Tis thine to fix the soul's abode: We hold our lives from Thee alone, On earth, or in the world unknown. 5 To Thee we all our powers resign; Make us and own us still as Thine: Then shall we smile, secure from fear, Though death should blast the rising year. Topics: New Year Languages: English

Come, let us anew

Hymnal: BW1870 #547 (1870) Lyrics: 1 Come, let us anew, Our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear; His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labor of love. 2 Our life is a dream; Our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay: The arrow is flown-- The moment is gone-- The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here, 3 Oh, that each in the day Of His coming may say-- "I have fought my way through-- I have finish'd the work Thou didst give me to do!" Oh, that each, from his Lord, May receive the glad word-- "Well and faithfully done! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne!" Topics: New Year Languages: English

Eternal Source of every joy!

Hymnal: BW1870 #548 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Eternal Source of every joy! Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear To hail Thee Sov'reign of the year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole! The sun is taught by Thee to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 The flow'ry spring, at Thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land; The summer rays with vigor shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 4 Seasons and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise; And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and ev'ning shade. 5 Here in Thy house let incense rise, And circling sabbaths bless our eyes, Till to those lofty heights we soar, Where days and years revolve no more! Topics: Harvest; Seamen; Seasons Summer; Summer Languages: English

Praise to God, immortal praise

Hymnal: BW1870 #549 (1870) Lyrics: 1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ; All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow. 2 All the blessings of the fields, All the stores the garden yields, Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain-- Lord, for Thee our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. 3 Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews, Suns that genial summer pours, All the plenty summer pours, Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores; All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow. 4 Peace, prosperity, and health, Private bliss and public wealth, Knowledge, with its gladd'ning streams, Pure religion's holier beams-- Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Topics: Harvest; Seamen; Seasons Autumn Languages: English

Fountain of mercy, God of love

Hymnal: BW1870 #550 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Fountain of mercy, God of love, How rich Thy bounties are; The changing seasons, as they move Proclaim Thy constant care. 2 When, in the bosom of the earth, The sower hid the grain, Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth, And sent the early rain. 3 The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was Thine; The plants in beauty grew; Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, And soft refreshing dew. 4 These varied mercies, from above, Matured the swelling grain: A kindly harvest crowns thy love, And plenty fills the plain. 5 We own and bless thy gracious sway; Thy hand all nature hails: Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day, Summer nor winter fails. Topics: Harvest; Seamen; Seasons Autumn Languages: English

When brighter suns and milder skies

Hymnal: BW1870 #551 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When brighter suns and milder skies Proclaim the op'ning year, What various sounds of joy arise! What prospects bright appear! 2 Earth and her thousand voices give Their thousand notes of praise; And all that by His mercy live, To God their offering raise. 3 Thus, like the morning, calm and clear, That saw the Saviour rise, The spring of heaven's eternal year Shall dawn on earth and skies. 4 No winter there, no shades of night, Obscure those mansion blest, Where, in the happy fields of light, The weary are at rest. Topics: Seamen; Seasons Spring; Spring Languages: English

Come, ye thankful people, come

Hymnal: BW1870 #552 (1870) Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of Harvest Home! All is safely gather'd in, Ere the winter storms begin: God our Maker doth provide For our wants to be supplied: Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of Harvest Home! 2 We ourselves are God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown: First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear; Grant, O Harvest-Lord, that we Wholesome grain and pure may be! 3 For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take His harvest home: From His field shall in that day All offences purge away: Give His angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast; But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. 4 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come, Raise the song of Harvest Home! All are safely gather'd in, Free from sorrow, free from sin: There, forever purified, In God's garner to abide; Come, ten thousand angels, come, Raise the glorious Harvest Home! Topics: Harvest Languages: English

We come, O Lord, before Thy throne

Hymnal: BW1870 #553 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 We come, O Lord, before Thy throne, And, with united plea, We meet and pray for those who roam Far off upon the sea. 2 Oh, may the Holy spirit bow The sailor's heart to Thee, Till tears of deep repentance flow Like rain-drops on the sea. 3 Then may a Saviour's dying love Pour peace into his breast, And waft him to the port above, Of everlasting rest. Languages: English

Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee

Hymnal: BW1870 #554 (1870) Lyrics: 1 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has pass'd through its portals before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope since the Saviour hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt linger'd long; But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking, And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide; He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee; Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died. Topics: Burial; Death; Death of a friend; Grave Languages: English