3 O God of nature and of grace, Thy heavenly gifts impart; Then shall my meditation trace Spring blooming in my heart. 4 Inspired to praise, I then shall join Glad nature's cheerful song, And love and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue. 861. C. M. Peabody. Spring. 1 When brighter suns and milder skies Proclaim the opening year, What various sounds of joy arise! What prospects bright appear! 2 Earth and her thousand voices give Their thousand notes of praise; And all, that by his mercy live, To God their offering raise. 3 The streams, all beautiful and bright, Reflect the morning sky; And there, with music in his flight, The wild bird soars on high. 4 Thus, like the morning, calm and clear, That saw the Saviour rise, The spring of heaven's eternal year Shall dawn on earth and skies. 5 No winter there, no shades of night, Obscure those mansions blest, Where, in the happy fields of light, The weary are at rest. 862. L. M. Fergus. Spring-Time. 1 The spring, the joyous spring is come With lovely flowers of early bloom; The warbling birds, on every tree, Fill all the air with melody. 2 Once more, unsealed, the fountains run, Sparkling, beneath a brighter sun; Green leaves and tender herbs arise, Cheered by the glow of warmer skies. 3 Oh Lord, the changes of the year At thy Almighty word appear; And all the seasons, as they roll, Declare thy name from pole to pole. 4 Spring showers, descending from above, Bear down glad tidings of thy love, And every blossom on the tree Bespeaks our gratitude to thee. 863. S. M. Anonymous. Summer. 1 Great God, at thy command, Seasons in order rise: Thy power and love in concert reign Through earth, and seas, and skies. 2 How balmy is the air! How warm the sun's bright beams! While, to refresh the ground, the rains Descend in gentle streams. 3 With grateful praise we own Thy providential hand, While grass, and herbs, and waving corn, Adorn and bless the land. 4 But greater still the gift Of thy beloved Son; By him forgiveness, peace, and joy, Through endless ages run. 864. C. M. T. Richardson. "The Hymn of Summer." 1 How glad the tone when summer's sun Wreathes the gay world with flowers, And trees bend down with golden fruit, And birds are in the bowers! 2 The moon sends silent music down Upon each earthly thing; And always, since creation's dawn, The stars together sing. 3 Shall man remain in silence, then, While all beneath the skies The chorus joins? no, let us sing, And while our voices rise,