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218 5 Lord, I long to be at home, Where these changes never come, Where the saints no winter fear, Where tis spring throughout the year : How unlike this state below! There the flow rs un with ring blow ; There no chilling blasts annoy ; All is love and bloom and joy.

1 THOUGH the morn maybe serene Not a threat ning cloud be seen, Who can undertake to say Twill be pleasant all the day? Tempests suddenly may rise, Darkness overspread the skies, Lightnings flash and thunders roar, Ere a short-lived day be o'er.

2 Often thus the child of grace Enters on his Christian race ; Guilt and fear are overborne, Tis with him a summer s morn: While his new-felt joys abound, All things seem to smile around ; And he hopes it will be fair All the day and all the year.

3 Should we warn him of a change He would think the caution strange : He no change or trouble fears Till the gath'ring storm appears; Till dark clouds his sun conceal, Till temptation s power he feel; Then he trembles and looks pale, All his hopes and courage fail.