1Great Maker of unnumbered worlds,

Whose goodness all thy creatures share,

2Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,

And man, who moves the lord of earth,

3While suppliant crowds implore thine aid,

Thine altar is the contrite heart,

4O may our land, in this her hour,

By penitence make thee her friend,

1When Abrah'm, full of sacred awe,

And, with an humble, fervent prayer,

2With what success, what wondrous grace,

The Lord would spare, if in this place

3And could a single pious soul

Great God, and shall a nation cry,

4Are not the righteous dear to thee

Or does this sinful land exceed

5Still we are thine; we bear thy name;

Long has thy presence blessed our land:

1Almighty Lord, before thy throne

'Tis on thy pardoning grace alone

2Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand,

Yet mercy spares our guilty land,

3How changed, alas! are truths divine,

What impious numbers, bold in sin,

4O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,

5Then, should oppressing foes invade,

Secure of all-sufficient aid,

1While sounds of war are heard around,

And death and ruin strow the ground,

To thee we look, on thee we call,

The Parent and the Lord of all.

2Thou, who hast stamped on human kind

The image of a heaven-born mind,

And in a Father's wide embrace

Hast cherished all the kindred race,--

3Great God, whose powerful hand can bind

The raging waves, the furious wind,

O, bid the human tempest cease,

And hush the maddening world to peace.

4With reverence may each hostile land

Hear and obey that high command,

Thy Son's blest errand from above,--

"My creatures, live in mutual love!"

1The God of harvest praise;

In loud thanksgivings raise

The valleys smile and sing,

Forests and mountains ring,

The plains their tribute bring,

2Yea, bless his holy name,

And purest thanks proclaim

To glory in your lot

Is duty,--but be not

God's benefits forgot,

3The God of harvest praise;

Hands, hearts, and voices raise,

From field to garner throng,

Bearing your sheaves along,

And in your harvest song

1Fountain of mercy, God of love,

The rolling seasons, as they move,

2When in the bosom of the earth

Thy goodness marked its secret birth,

3The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine

Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,

4These various mercies from above

A kindly harvest crowns thy love,

5We own and bless thy gracious sway;

Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,

1Great God! as seasons disappear,

And changes mark the rolling year,

Thy favor still has crowned our days,

And we would celebrate thy praise.

2The harvest song we would repeat;

"Thou givest us the finest wheat;"

"The joy of harvest" we have known;

The praise, O Lord! is all thine own.

3Our tables spread, our garners stored,

O give us hearts to bless thee, Lord!

Forbid it, Source of light and love,

That hearts and lives should barren prove.

4Another harvest comes apace;

Ripen our spirits by thy grace,

That we may calmly meet the blow

The sickle gives to lay us low.

5That so, when angel reapers come

To gather sheaves to thy blest home,

Our spirits may be borne on high

To thy safe garner in the sky.

1The last full wain has come,--has come!

And brought the golden harvest home:

The labors of the year are done:

Accept our thanks, all-bounteous One!

2For the green spring, her herbs and flowers,

For the warm summer's blooming bowers,

For all the fruits that flush the boughs,

When russet autumn decks her brows;

3For the bright sun, whose fervid ray

Ripens the corn, and cheers the day;

For the round moon, whose yellow light

Gilds the long labors of the night;

4For the rich sea of shining grain,

That spreads its waves o'er hill and plain,

For the cool breeze, whose light wings fan

The weary, sun-burnt husbandman;

5For the soft herbage of the soil,

For ruddy health, the child of toil;

For all the good the year displays,

Accept, O God, our grateful praise.

1Lord of heaven, and earth, and ocean,

While our hearts, with true devotion,

2Health and every needful blessing

Comforts undeserved possessing,

3Thee, with humble adoration,

Still to this most favored nation

1Swell the anthem, raise the song;

Praises to our God belong;

Saints and angels, join to sing

Praises to the Heavenly King.

2Blessings from his liberal hand

Flow around this happy land:

Kept by him, no foes annoy;

Peace and freedom we enjoy.

3Here, beneath a virtuous sway,

May we cheerfully obey,--

Never feel oppression's rod,--

Ever own and worship God.

4Hark! the voice of nature sings

Praises to the King of kings;

Let us join the choral song,

And the grateful notes prolong.

1Praise on thee, in Zion's gates,

Daily, O Jehovah! waits;

Unto thee, O God! belong

Grateful words and holy song.

2Thou the hope and refuge art

Of remotest lands apart,

Distant isles and tribes unknown,

'Mid the ocean-waste, and lone.

3Thou dost visit earth, and rain

Blessings on the thirsty plain,

From the copious founts on high,

From the rivers of the sky.

4Thus the clouds thy power confess,

And thy paths drop fruitfulness:

And the voice of song and mirth

Rises from the tribes of earth.

1Join, every tongue, to praise the Lord;

All nature rests upon his word;

Mercy and truth his courts maintain,

And own his universal reign.

2Seasons and times obey his voice;

The evening and the morn rejoice

To see the earth made soft with showers,

Enriched with fruit, and dressed in flowers.

3Thy works pronounce thy power divine;

In all the earth thy glories shine;

Through every month thy gifts appear;

Great God, thy goodness crowns the year.

1God of the year! with songs of praise

And hearts of love, we come to bless

Thy bounteous hand, for thou hast shed

Thy manna o'er our wilderness.

2In early spring-time thou didst fling

O'er earth its robe of blossoming;

And its sweet treasures, day by day,

Rose quickening in thy blessed ray.

3God of the seasons! thou hast blest

The land with sunlight and with showers,

And plenty o'er its bosom smiles

To crown the sweet autumnal hours.

4Praise,--praise to thee! Our hearts expand

To view these blessings of thy hand,

And on the incense-breath of love

Ascend to their bright home above.

1How rich thy gifts, Almighty King!

From thee our public blessings spring;

The treasures liberty bestows,

Th' eternal joys the gospel shows,--

2Here commerce spreads the wealthy store,

Which pours from every foreign shore;

Religion teaches us to raise

Our voices to our Maker's praise,

3With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues,

To God we raise united songs;

This land through every age shall own,

Jehovah here has fixed his throne,

4Long as the moon her course shall run,

Or man behold the circling sun,

Crown our just counsels with success,

With peace and joy our borders bless,

1Great God, we sing that mighty hand,

By which, supported still, we stand:

The opening year thy mercy shows;

Let mercy crown it till it close.

2By day, by night, at home, abroad,

Still we are guarded by our God;

By his incessant bounty fed,

By his unerring counsel led.

3With grateful hearts the past we own:

The future, all to us unknown,

We to thy guardian care commit,

And peaceful leave before thy feet,

4In scenes exalted or depressed,

Be thou our joy, and thou our rest:

Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,

Adored through all our changing days.

5When death shall interrupt these songs,

And seal in silence mortal tongues,

Our Helper, God, in whom we trust,

In better worlds our souls shall boast.

1Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds

How swift the weeks complete their rounds!

2Yet like an idle tale we pass

And study artful ways t' increase

3Waken, O God, my trifling heart,

That I may act the Christian part,

4Thus shall their course more grateful roll,

Or this shall bear my peaceful soul

1While, with ceaseless course, the sun

Many souls their race have run,

Fixed in an eternal state,

We a little longer wait,

2As the wingéd arrow flies,

As the lightning from the skies

Swiftly thus our fleeting days

Upward, Lord, our spirits raise;

3Thanks for mercies past receive;

Teach us, henceforth, how to live,

Bless thy word to old and young;

When our life's short race is run,

1My helper, God, I bless his name;

The same his power, his grace the same;

The tokens of his friendly care

Open, and crown, and close, the year.

2I 'midst ten thousand dangers stand,

Supported by his guardian hand,

And see, when I survey my ways,

Ten thousand monuments of praise.

3Thus far his arm hath led me on;

Thus far I make his mercy known;

And, while I tread this mortal land,

New mercies shall new songs demand.

1God of our lives, thy various praise

Thy hand directs our fleeting days,

2To thee shall grateful songs arise,

Whose constant mercies from the skies

3In every scene of life, thy care,

And constant as thy favors are,

4Still may thy love, in every scene,

And let the same compassion deign

5If mercy smile, let mercy bring

In our affliction we shall sing,

1O God, my helper, ever near!

Crown with thy smile the present year;

Preserve me by thy favor still,

And fit me for thy sacred will.

2My safety, each succeeding hour,

Depends on thy supporting power:

Accept my thanks for mercies past,

And be my guard, while life shall last.

3My moments move with wingéd haste,

Nor know I which shall be the last:

Danger and death are ever nigh,

And I this year perhaps may die.

4Prepare me for the trying day;

Then call my willing soul away:

I'll quit the world at thy command,

And trust my spirit to thy hand.

1Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal,

Now let us all thy presence feel,

2From all the guilt of former sin

And let the year we now begin,

3Send down thy spirit from above,

And sinners now may learn to love,

4And when before thee we appear,

May growing numbers worship here,

1As o'er the past my memory strays,

'Tis that I mourn departed days,

2The world, and worldly things beloved,

And time unhallowed, unimproved,

3Yet, Holy Father! wild despair

Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer.

4My life's brief remnant all be thine;

Bids me this fleeting breath resign,

1Bless, O Lord, each opening year

To the souls assembling here:

Clothe thy word with power divine,

Make us willing to be thine.

2Where thou hast thy work begun,

Give new strength the race to run;

Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears,

Wipe away the mourners' tears.

3Bless us all, both old and young;

Call forth praise from every tongue:

Let our whole assembly prove

All thy power and all thy love!

1And now, my soul, another year

I cannot long continue here;

2Part of my doubtful life is gone,

And swift my fleeting moments run--

3Awake, my soul! with all thy care

What are thy hopes--how sure, how fair,

4Now a new space of life begins,

Seek pardon for thy former sins,

5Devoutly yield thyself to God,

With zeal pursue the heavenly road,

1Time by moments steals away,

First the hour and then the day;

Small the daily loss appears,

Yet it soon amounts to years.

2Thus another year is flown;

Now it is no more our own,

If it brought or promised good,

Than the years before the flood.

3But may none of us forget

It has left us much in debt;

Who can tell the vast amount

Placed to every one's account!

4Favors, from the Lord received,

Sins, that have his spirit grieved,

Marked by an unerring hand,

In his book recorded stand.

5If we see another year,

May thy blessing meet us here:

Sun of righteousness, arise,

Warm our hearts and bless our eyes.

1Time! what an empty vapor 'tis!

Swift as an Indian arrow flies,

2The present moments just appear,

That we can never say, they're here;

3Our life is ever on the wing,

The moment when our lives begin

4Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days

Yet, with the bounties of thy grace,

5'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,

While grace stands pointing out the road

1Through every age, eternal God,

Thou art our rest, our safe abode!

High was thy throne ere heaven was made,

Or earth thy humble footstool laid.

2Long hadst thou reigned ere time began,

Or dust was fashioned into man;

And long thy kingdom shall endure,

When earth and time shall be no more.

3A thousand of our years amount

Scarce to a day in thine account;

Like yesterday's departed light,

Or the last watch of ending night.

4Death, like an overflowing stream,

Sweeps us away; our life's a dream,

An empty tale, a morning flower

Cut down and withered in an hour.

1God of our life! thy constant care

With blessings crowns each opening year:

These lives so frail thy love prolongs;

Be this the burden of our songs.

2How many precious souls are fled

To the vast regions of the dead,

Since, from this day, the changing sun

Through his last yearly course has run!

3We yet survive, but who can say,

Or through the year, or month, or day,

We shall retain this vital breath,

Secure from all the shafts of death?

4We hold our lives from thee alone,

On earth, or in the worlds unknown;

To thee our spirits we resign,

Make them and own them all as thine.

5Great Source of wisdom, teach my heart

To know the price of every hour,

That time may bear me on to joys

Beyond its measure and its power.

1Mark how the swift-winged minutes fly,

How swift the circling months run round!

2How is our debt of love increased

Who hath upheld our feeble frame,

3For all thy favors, O our God,

Thou hast our cup with blessings filled,

4What shall befall in future life,

To be prepared for all thy will.

1Gracious Source of every blessing!

May we still thy love possessing,

2All our hopes on thee reclining,

May our sun, in smiles declining,

1How good and pleasant is the sight,

When Christ's assembled flock unite

God thither, with paternal care,

And Jesus, by his spirit there,

2To such, by hallowed lips expressed,

As once Cornelius' house it blest,

On prayer and praise, in faith preferred,

And he to all, who come prepared,

3To God, adored in ages past,

To God, whose worship aye shall last

To thee, Great God, we bend the knee,

Through Christ, all glory give to thee,

1O, it is joy in one to meet

Council to hold in converse sweet,

2'Tis joy to think the angel train,

To seek our earthly temples deign,

3But chief, 'tis joy to think that He,

Delights her gathered flock to see,

4Then who would choose to walk abroad,

"This is indeed the house of God,

1Father, hear us when we pray,

Turn not, Lord, thy face away,

2In the name of Christ we come,

Raise our hearts to heaven, our home,

3Pure and holy may we be,

From all hate and envy free,

4While we love the Saviour's name,

His sweet promise we may claim;--

1Let us join, as God commands,

Let us join our hearts and hands,

Help to gain our calling's hope;

Help to build each other up;

Carry on the Christian's strife;

Walk in holiness of life;

Faithfully our gifts improve

For the sake of him we love;--

2Still forget the things behind;

Follow Christ in heart and mind;

Toward the mark unwearied press;

Seize the crown of righteousness,

While we walk with God in light,

God our hearts will still unite;

Dearest fellowship we prove--

Fellowship in Jesus, love.

3Still, O Lord, our faith increase;

Cleanse from all unrighteousness:

Thee th' unholy cannot see:

Make, O make us meet for thee:

Every vile affection kill;

Root out every seed of ill;

Utterly abolish sin;

Write thy law of love within.

1O, come, and let th' assembly all

And, mindful of the social call,

2In token of the common vow,

The worship of the lowly brow,

3But chief, inflamed with heavenly fire,

Be ours instinct with one desire,

4Let each, let all, their prayers above,

And God, the God of peace and love,

1Father, united by thy grace,

With confidence we seek thy face,

2Still let us own our common Lord,

A band of love, a three-fold cord

3Make us into one spirit drink;

And let us always kindly think,

4Touched by the loadstone of thy love,

And ever towards each other move,

1God of love, we look to thee;

Let us in thy Son agree;

Show to us the Prince of Peace;

Bid our jars forever cease.

By thy reconciling love,

Every stumbling-block remove;

Each to each unite, endear;

Come, and spread thy banner here.

2Make us of one heart and mind,

Courteous, pitiful, and kind;

Lowly, meek, in thought and word,

Altogether like our Lord.

Let us for each other care;

Each the other's burden bear;

To thy church the pattern give;

Show how true believers live.

3Free from anger and from pride,

Let us thus in God abide;

All the depths of love express,

All the heights of holiness.

Let us, then, with joy remove

To the family above;

On the wings of angels fly;

Show how true believers die.

1Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake,

May we together now partake

2May he by whose kind care we meet,

Make our communications sweet,

3Forgotten be each worldly theme,

We only wish to speak of him

4We'll talk of all he did, and said,

The path he marked for us to tread,