HYMN. 



COMPOSED FOR THE OCCASION, BY J. DEANE, M. D. 



O THOU whose goodness fills all space, 

 Hear us in Heaven thy dwelling place, 

 While now with gratitude we raise 

 Our humble song of fseble praise. 



Thou mak'st the changing year roll round 

 In seasons with abundance crowned ; 

 The smiling spring, the summer's glow, 

 Give Hfe and warmth to all below 



To THEE from whom all mercies spring, 



Creation's fairest works we bring; 



We dedicate them in thy name 



To Mercy's source from whence they came. 



We bring the harvest of the soil, 

 That crowns the year and pays our toil, 

 The fruits that Autumn's bounteous hand 

 Hath scattered o'er our happy land. 



We bring the works that art and mind 

 Impart to aid and bless mankind ; 

 What genius, skill and art bestow 

 To Nature's Architect we owe. 



Great GOD, still open wide the door 

 That swells our treasure and our store; 

 And at the final harvest day 

 To Thy fair garners speed our way. 



