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BOOK II. 4 Let the praise be all the Lord s, As the benefit is ours. He in season still affords Kindly heat and gentle showers. By his care the produce thrives, Waving o er the furrow d lands; And when harvest-time arrives, Ready for the reaper stands.

5 Thus in barren hearts he sows Precious seeds of heav nlyjoy; Sin and hell in vain oppose, None can grace s crop destroy : Threatened oft, yet still it blooms, After many changes past ; Death the reaper, when he comes, Finds it fully ripe at last.

1 SWEETER sounds than music knows Charm me in Emmanuel s name ; All her hopes my spirit owes To his birth and cross and shame.

2 When he came the angels sung &quot; Glory be to G-od on high ! &quot; Lord, unloose my stamm ring tongue, Who should louder sing than I ?

3 Did the Lord a man become, That he might the law fulfill. Bleed and suffer in my room, And canst thou, my tongue, be still ?

4 No, I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are and weak ; For should I refuse to sing, Sure the very stones would speak.