orth
A constant melody;
And every action be a tone
In that sweet hymn to Thee!

395. C. M. Mrs. Miles.

Summer.

1 The earth, all light and loveliness,
In summer's golden hours,
Shines, in her bridal vesture clad,
And crowned with festal flowers,
So radiantly beautiful,
So like to heaven above,
We scarce can deem more fair that world
Of perfect bliss and love.

2 Is this a shadow faint and dim
Of that which is to come!
What shall the unveiled splendor be
Of our celestial home,
Where waves the glorious tree of life,
Where streams of bliss gush free,
And all is glowing in the light
Of immortality!

396. C. M. Anonymous.

Seed-Time and Harvest Shall Not Cease.

1 Fountain of life, and God of love!
How rich Thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim Thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine,
Its mild, refreshing showers;
Thou gav'st the ripening suns to shine,
And summer's golden hours.

4 Thy quickening life, forever near,
Matured the swelling grain;--
The bounteous harvest crowns the year,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 With thankful hearts we trace Thy way
Through all our smiling vales;
Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day,
Seed-time nor harvest, fails!

397. 10 & 11s. M. *Doddridge.

Thanksgiving for the Fruits of the Earth.

1 House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring,
While all our lips and hearts His mercies sing;
The fruitful year His bounties shall proclaim,
And all its days be vocal with His name.
The Lord is good, His mercy never-ending,
His blessings in perpetual showers descending.

2 The earth, enlightened by His rays divine,
Brought forth the grass, the corn, and oil, and wine;
Crowned with His goodness, let the people meet,
And lay their thankful offerings at his feet;
With grateful love that hand divine confessing,
Which on each heart be