3 All that spring with bounteous hand,
Scatters o’er the smiling land,
All that lib’ral autumn pours
From her rich o’erflowing stores;

4 Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And when ev’ry blessing’s flown,
Love thee for thyself alone.

     Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.

547 Seasons.  L.M.

At Sea. (1197)

Rocked in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,
For thou, O Lord, hast power to save.

2 I know thou wilt not slight my call, For thou dost mark the sparrows fall; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

3 And such the trust that still were mine, Though stormy winds swept o’er the brine; Or though the tempest’s fiery breath Roused me from sleep to wreck and death.

4 In ocean cave still safe with thee,
The germ of immortality;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

     Mrs. Willard.

548 Let Us Anew.  P.M.

New Year.

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 fulfill,
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 millenial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity’s near.

3 Oh, that each, in the day
Of his coming, may say,
“I have fought my way through;
I have finished 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”

     Charles Wesley. 1752.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Abide with me, fast falls the eventide, 56
A charge to keep I have, 403
A few more years shall roll, 486
Again our earthly cares we leave, 40
Ah! how shall fallen man, 178
Alas! and did my Savior bleed, 121
All hail the power of Jesus’ name, 154
“Almost persuaded,” now to believe, 221
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, 332
Am I a soldier of the cross, 426
Amid the trials which I meet, 353
And are we yet alive, 473
And can I yet delay, 236
And let our bodies part, 472
And let this feeble body fail, 494
And must I be to judgment brought, 509