2 3 4 5 Then, O my Lord, prepare A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time, A few more storms shall beat And we shall be where tempests cease, Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that calm day; Oh! wash me in Thy precious Blood, A few more struggles here, A few more toils, a few more tears, 'Tis but a little while And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with Him may reign : Then, O my Lord, prepare Seed Time. "Thou blessest the springing thereof."-Ps. lxv. 10. Shalford, 487.] Irregular. [tr. from CLAUDIUS. His faithful love bestows, 2 By Him all things were fashioned He formed the earth and ocean, His faithful love bestows, Then magnify His glorious Name 3 All praise to Thee, great Father, Our life, and health, and food: His faithful love bestows, Summer. "There is nothing hid from the heat thereof."-P8. xix 6. Ruth, 452.] 300 SUMME 6.5. [W. WALSHAM HỤ W. UMMER suns are glowing 2 Every thing rejoices In the mellow rays, 3 God's free mercy streameth And His banner gleameth 4 Broad and deep and glorious Shines in might victorious 5 Lord, upon our blindness Make us love Thee more. 6 And when clouds are drifting 7 We will never doubt Thee, 8 Light of Light! Shine o'er us Go Thou still before us Autumn. "He gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons. Heidelberg, 23.] Acts xiv. 17. 7.6. " [W. WALSHAM HOW. 301 THE year is swiftly waning; The summer days are past; And life, brief life, is speeding; 2 The ever-changing seasons 3 Oh! pour Thy grace upon us To dwell in heaven with Thee. 4 Behold, the bending orchards 5 Oh! by each mercy sent us, 6 Our barren hearts make fruitful Winter. "Thou hast made. winter."-Ps. lxxiv. 17. Clarence, 453.] 7.7. [W. WALSHAM HOW 302 WINTER reigneth o'er the land, Freezing with its icy breath; Dead and bare the tall trees stand; 2 Yet it seemeth but a day Since the summer flowers were here, |