Earth appeareth in garments of beauty new drest; Brighter thoughts, brighter feelings, spring forth in my breast; Happy voices are floating in music above; All creation is full of the glory of love. God of truth! it is Thou who hast shed down each ray Of the sunshine that blesses and gladdens my way; From the depths of my spirit, to Thee will I give Ever-thankful affection, as long as I live. 245. 8 & 7s. M. Episcopal Coll. Song of the Redeemed. 1 Father, source of every blessing, Tune my heart to grateful lays! Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 2 Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by raptured saints above; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love. 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold above; Thou, to save my soul from danger, Didst redeem me with Thy love. 4 By Thy hand restored, defended, Safe through life thus far I've come; Safe, O Lord, when life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home. 246. S. M. Bulfinch. Born Again. 1 O Lord! through Thee we own A new and heavenly birth, Kindred to spirits round Thy throne, Though sojourners of earth. 2 How glorious is the hour, When first our souls awake, Through Thy mysterious spirit's power, And of new life partake. 3 With richer beauty glows The world, before so fair; Her holy light religion throws, Reflected everywhere. 4 The life which Thou hast given, O Lord! shall never end; The grave is but the path to heaven, And death is now our friend. 247. 11s. M. Montgomery. God Our Shepherd. 1 The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know; I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest; He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest. Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall with my Comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er; With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head; O, what shall I ask of Thy providence more? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above; I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod Through the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love. 248. 7s. M. Sp. of the Psalms. He Shall Give His Angels Charge over Thee.