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 bestoweth every blessing. 3 His mercy never ends; the dawn, the shade, Still see new beauties through new scenes displayed; Succeeding ages bless this sure abode, And children lean upon their fathers' God: The soul of man, through its immense duration, Drinks from this source immortal consolation. 4 Burst into praise, my soul! all nature, join! Angels and men, in harmony combine! While human years are measured by the sun, And while eternity its course shall run, His goodness, in perpetual showers descending, Exalt in songs and raptures never-ending! 398. L. M. Mrs. Sigourney. The Year Crowned with Goodness. 1 God of the year! with songs of praise, And hearts of love, we come to bless Thy bounteous hand, for Thou hast shed Thy manna o'er our wilderness. 2 In early spring-time Thou didst fling O'er earth its robe of blossoming; And its sweet treasures, day by day, Rose quickening in Thy blessed ray. 3 God of the seasons! Thou hast blest The land with sunlight and with showers; And plenty o'er its bosom smiles, To crown the sweet autumnal hours. 4 Praise, praise to Thee! Our hearts expand, To view these blessings of Thy hand, And on the incense-breath of love Ascend to their bright home above. 399. C. M. Bowring. The Hymn of the Seasons. 1 The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God, Attune their evening hymn; All-wise, all-holy, Thou art praised In song of seraphim. Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds, Unite to worship Thee, While Thy majestic greatness fills Space, time, eternity. 2 Nature, a temple worthy Thee, Beams with Thy light and love; Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below, Whose stars rejoice above; Whose altars are the mountain-cliffs That rise along the shore; Whose anthems, the sublime accord Of storm and ocean-roar. 3 Her song of gratitude is sung By Spring's awakening hours; Her Summer offers at Thy shrine Its earliest, loveliest flowers; Her Autumn brings its golden fruits, In glorious luxury given; While Winter's silver heights reflect Thy brightness back to heaven.