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5 Be this and every future day
3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched Still wiser than the past,
heart, And when 'all my life survey,
Too oft regardless of thy love,
Urgrateful, can from thee depart,
And from the path of duty rove.
4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Merning
of Christ, my Lord; his name alons N OW the shades of night are gone;
I plead for pardon, gracious God, N Now the morning light is come: And kind acceptance at thy throne, Lord may wt be thine 10-day,
5 With hope in him mine eyelids close, Drive the lades of sin away.
With sleep refresh my feeble frame; 2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,
Safe in thy care may I repose, Banish doubt and clear our sight;
And wake with praises to thy Name. In thy service, Lord to-day, May we labour, watch and pray.
HYMN CLXX. C. M, 3 Keep Our baughty passions bound; Save us from our foes around;
Erening Going out and coming in
TOW from the altar of our hearts, Keep us safe from ev'ry sin.
Let flames of love arise ; 4 When our work of life is past,
Assist us. Lord, to offer up O receive us then at last;
Our ev'ning sacrifice. Night and sin will be no more,
2 Minutes and mercies multipli'd, When we reach the heavenly shore.
Have made up all this day;
More swift, more free than they.
13 New time, new favours, and new joys GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
Do a new song require ;
Till we shall praise thee as we would,
Accept our hearts' desire. 2 Forgive me, Lord, or thy dear Son,
HYMN CLXXI. S. M.
Evening. 1, ere I sleep, at peace may be
THE day 18 past and gone; 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The erining shades appear; The grave as little as my bed ;
O may we all remember well Teach me to die. that so I may
The night of death draws near. Triumphing rise at the cast day.
? We lay our garments by, 4 O may my soul on thee repose,
Upon our beds to rest;
3 Lord, keep us safe this night 5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
Secure from all our fears
Till morning light appears.
HYMN CLXXII. 111. 1.
Psalm cili. 2.
SOFTLY now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labour free,
Lord, I would commune with thee
2 Thoa, whose all-pervading eye
Nought escapes, without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,
Open fault, and secret sin.
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
All of man's infirmity :
And witness to thy love and power Jesus, look with pitying eye.
HYMN CLXXIII. IV. 2.
HYMN CLXXVI. S. M.
Prayer for Christian Graces.
On thee I cast my care, 1, sleeping or waking resign.
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'st my prayer: 2 If thou art my shield and my sun,
Give me on thee to wait, The night is no darkness to me;
Till I can all things do ; And, fast as my minutes roll on,
On thee, almighty to create, They bring me but nearer to thee.
Almighty to renew 3 A sov'reign protector I have,
2 I want a sober mind, Unseen, yet for ever at hand; Unchangeably faithful to save,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind Almighty to rule and command.
The baits of p:easing ill: 4 His smiles and his comforts abound,
A soul inur'd to pain, His grace, as the dew, shall descend;
To hardship, grief, and loss; And walls of salvation surronnd
Ready to take up and sustain The soul he delights to defend.
The consecrated cross. X. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE.
3 I want a godly fear,
A quick, discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly:
A spirit still prepar'd.
And arm'd with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard But grace has set me free.
And watching unto prayer. 2 1 hose follies now no longer please, 4 I want a heart to pray, No more delight afford;
To pray and never cease, Far from my heart be joys like these,
Never to murmur at thy stay, Now I have known the Lord.
Or wish my sufferings less; 3 As by the light of op'ning day
This blessing, above all, The stars are all conceal'd,
Always to pray I want, So earthly pleasures fade away
Ont of t'e deep on thee to call, When Jesus is reveal'd
And never, never faint.
A single, steady aim,
To thee and tny great name; 5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
A jealous, iust concern And wholly live to thee :
For thine immortal praise ; Yet worthless still, myself I own,
A pure desire that all may lcarn
And glorify thy grace.
6 1 rest upon thy word,
The promise is for me i
My snccont and salvation, Lord, TESUS! and shall it ever be,
Shall surely rome from thee; J A mortal man asham'd of thee !
But let me still abide. Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise,
Nor from my hope remove, Whose glories shine through endless
Till thou my patient spirit guide days!
Into thy perfect love. 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far Let night disown each radiant star;
HYMN CLXXVII 111. 3. *Tis midnight with my soul, till be Bright morning Star, bid darkness flee.
Prayer for Guidance 3 Asham'd of Jesns! (. as soon
CUIDE me, thou great Jehovah, Let morning binsh to own the sin;
Pilgrim throngh this barren land; He sheds the beams of light divine I am weak, but thon art mighty : O'er this benighted soul of mine.
Hild me with thy pow'rfol hand. 4 Ashar'd of Jesus ! that dear friend 12 Open now the crystal fountains On wbom my hopes of heaven depend ! Whence the living waters flow; No: when I blush, be this my shame, Let the fiery, cloudly pillar That I no more revere his name
Lead me all my journey through. 5 Asham'd of Jesus ! empty pride! 3 Feed me with the heavenly manna 1'1) boast a Saviour crucified
In this barren wilderness : And, 0, may this my portion be,
Be my sword, and shield, and banner : My Saviour not asham'd of me!
Be the Lord my righteousness.
4 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 14 Thea wake my soul, stretch ev'ry cerve
And press with vigour on,
And an immortal crown.
HYMN CLXXXI. C. M.
THE Lord will happiness divine
1 On contrite hearts bestow; To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine Bright pattern of the Christian life. A contrile heart, or no ? 2 O how benevolent and kind !
2 I bear, but seem to hear in vain, How mild, how ready to forgive!
Insensible as steel; Be this the temper of our mind,
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain And these the rules by which we live.
To find I cannot feel. 3 To do his heavenly Father's will
3 My best desires are faint and few, Was his employment and delight;
I fain would strive for more ; Humility and holy zeal
But when I cry, "My strength renew," Shone through his life divinely bright. Seem weaker than before. 4 Dispensing good where'er he came,
4 I see thy saints with comfort filled, The labours of his life were love,
When in thy house of prayer; Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
But still in bondage I am held, By his example let us move.
And find no comfort there. 5 But, ah ! how blind, how weak we are !
15 O make this heart rejoice or ache; How frail, how apt to turn aside!
Decide this doubt for me Lord, we depend upon thy care;
And if it be not broken, break; We ask thy Spirit for our guide.
And heal it, if it be. 6 Thy fair example may we trace,
HYMN CLXXXII. C. M.
Desires after renewed Holiness.
H for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb ;
| 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, A never dying soul to save,
When first I saw the Lord ? And fit it for the sky;
Where is the sou -refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word ? 2 From youth to hoary age, My calling to fulfil:
3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd; O may it all my pow'rs engage
How sweet their mem'ry still : To do my Master's will.
But now I feel an aching void 3 Arm me with jealous care,
The world can never fill As in thy sight to live,
4 Return, O holy Dove, retum, And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare
Sweet messenger of rest: A strict account to give ;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast. 4 Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely ;
5 The dearest idol I have known, Assur'd if I my trust betray,
Whate'er that idol be, I shall for ever die.
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God: " Forgetting those things which are be
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
HYMN CLXXXIII. 111. 1.
Trints. 2 A cloud of witnesses around,
IS my happiness below, Hold thee in full survey ; .
1 Not to live without the cross, Forget the steps already trod,
But the Saviour's power to know, And onward urge thy way.
Sanctifying ev' y loss. 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
2 Trials must and will befall; That calls thee from on high ;
But with humble faith to see 'Tis his own hand presents the prize Love inscrib'd upon them all To thine uplifted eye.
This is happiness to me.
3 Did I meet no trials here,
HYMN CLXXXVI. L. M.
Heaven seen by Fik.
S, when the weary trav'ller gains 4 Trials make the promise sweet;
A The height of some commanding Trials give new life to pray'r;
hill, Bring me to my Saviour's feet,
His heart revives, if o'er the plains Lay me low, and keep me there.
He sees his home, though distant still HYMN CLXXXIV. C. M.
2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews, TTHILE thee I seek, protecting Power, And wings his speed to reach the prize, Be my vain wishes still'd:
3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers; And may this consecrated hour
No more be grieves for sorrows pasti With better hopes be fill'd.
Nor any future conflict fears, 2 Thy love the pow's of thought be So he may safe arrive at last. stow'd,
14 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay, To thee my thoughts would soar;
To lead us on to thine abode;
Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labours of the road
HYMN CLXXXVII. IV. 4.
" I would not live alway." Job vii. 16. 4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days, ; WOULD not live alway: I ask not In ev'ry pain I bear,
to stay My heart shall find delight in praise,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'et Or seek relief in prayer.
the way i 5 When gladness wings my favour's The few lurid mornings that dawn on hour,
us here, Thy love my thoughts shall fill : Are enough for life's woes, full enough Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,
for its cheer. My soul shall meet thy will.
2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
by sin The gath'ring storm shall see;
Temptation without, and corruption My steadfast heart shall know no fear,
within : That heart will rest on thee.
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled
with fears, HYMN CLXXXV
And the cup of thanksgiving with peni.
tent tears. Walking with God
3 I would not live alway; no-welcome SINCE I've known a Saviour's name,
the tomb, And sin's strong fetters broke, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not Careful without care I am,
its gloom ; Nor feel my easy yoke
There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me Joyful now my faith to show,
arise I find his service my reward,
To hail him in triumph descending the All the work I do below
skies. Is light, for such a Lord. 3 To the desert or the cell,
4 Whn, who would live alway, away Let others blindly fly,
from his God; In this evil world i dwell,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful Nor fear its enmity :
abode. Here I find a house of prayer,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'et To which I inwardly retire;
the bright plains, Walking unconcern'd in care,
And the noontide of glory eternally And unconsum'd in fire.
reigns : 3 O that all the world might know 5 Where the saints of all ages in har. of living. Lord, to thee,
mony meet, Find their heaven begun below,
Their Saviour and brethren, transported And here thy goodness see ;
to greet; Walk in all the works prepar'd
While the anthems of rapture unceas. By thee to exercise their grace,
ingly roll, Till they gain their full reward,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast And see thee face to face,
of the soul!
10, the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
? Hark! they whisper! angels say, NEW are thy days, and full of wo,
Sister spirit, come away! N O man, of woman bor !
What is this absorbs me quteThy doom is written, Dust thou art,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight, To dust thou shalt return."
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? 2 Behold the emblem of thy state
Tell me, my soul, ran this be death? In flow'rs that bloom and die,
3 The world rece des, it disappears! Or in the shadow's fleeting form
Heaven opens on mine eyes! mine ears That mocks the gazer's eye.
With sounds seraphic ring! 3 Determind are the days that fly
Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly! Successive o'er thy head;
O grave, where is thy victory !
Ö death, where is thy sting!
HYMN CXCII. C. M. Of pilgrimage to man.
THEN, rising from the bed of death, HYMN CLXXXIX. C. M.
O'erwhelm with guilt and fear, UTARK! from the tombs a mournful I see my Maker, face to face ; sound;
O how sball I appear! Mine ears attend the cry:
2 If yet, while pardon may be found, • Ye living men, come view the ground
And mercy may be sought. " Where you must shortly lie.
My heart with inward horror shrinks, 2" Princes, this clay must be your bed, And trembles at the thought : " In spite of all your towers.
3 When thou, Lord, shalt stand dis. ". The tall, the wise, the reverend head
In majesty severe,
[cles'd " Must lie as low as ours.'
And sit in judgment on my soul, 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? how shall 1 appear! And are we still secure ?
4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, Still walking downward to the tomb,
Who does ber sins lament, And yet prepare no more!
That faith in Christ's atoning blood 4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace. Shall endless wo prevent To raise our souls to thee,
Then never shall my soul despair That we may view thy glorious face
Her pardon to procure.
Who knows thine oply Son has dica
To make that pardon sure.
HYMN CXCIS M.
AND will the Judge descend ? 1 Its torrents to the main,
A And must the dead arise ? Can ne'er recall its waters lost
And not a single soul escape From that abyss again :
His all-discerning eyes? 2 So vlays, and years, and time,
2 And from his righteous lips Descending down to night,
Shall this dread sentence sound; Can thenceforth never more return
And through the numerous guilty throng Back to the sphere of light:
Spread black despair around ? 3 And man, when in the grave,
3 Depart from me, accura'd, Can never quit its gloom,
" To everlasting fiame. Until the eternal morn shall wake
For rebel angels first prepar'd, The slumber of the tomb.
" Where mercy never came," 4 0, may I find in death
4 How will my beart endure A hiding-place with God,
The terrors of that day:
When earth and heaven before his face
Astonish'd shrink away? 5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait, Through toil, and care, and grief,
5 But, ere the trumpet shakes Till my appointed course is run,
The mansions of the lead, And death shall bring relief.
Hark, from the gospel's rheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!
6 Ye sinners, seek his grace, VITAL spark of heavenly flame! Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Quit, О quit this mortal frame ! Fly to the shelter of his cross, Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, Aying, And find salvation there.