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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,
May gra e sustain at last.

Urgrateful, can from thee depart,
HYMN CLXVII. III. I.

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;
HYMN CLXVIII. L. M. Minules came quick, but mercies were

More swift, more free than they.
Erering Hymn.

13 New time, new favours, and new joys GLORY to thee, my God, this night,

Do a new song require ;
For all the blessings of the light :

Till we shall praise thee as we would,
Keep me. O keep me. King of kings,
Under thine own Almighty wings

Accept our hearts' desire. 2 Forgive me, Lord, or thy dear Son,

HYMN CLXXI. S. M.
The ills that I this day have done ;
That with the world, myself, and thee,

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;
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close : So death shall soon disrobe us all
Sleep, that may me more vig rous make, Of what is here possest.
To serve my God, when I awake

3 Lord, keep us safe this night 5 When in the night I sleepless lie,

Secure from all our fears
My soul with beavenly thoughts supply: May angels guard us while we sleer
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

Till morning light appears.
No powers of darkness me molest.
6 O when shall 1. in endless day,

HYMN CLXXII. 111. 1.
For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns divine with angels sing,

Psalm cili. 2.
Glory to thee, eternal King!
7 Praise God, from whom all blessings

SOFTLY now the light of day

Fades upon my sight away;
flow,

Free from care, from labour free,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, y' angelic host;

Lord, I would commune with thee
Praise Father. Son, and Holy Ghost.

2 Thoa, whose all-pervading eye

Nought escapes, without, within,
HYMN CLXIX. L. M.

Pardon each infirmity,
Evening

Open fault, and secret sin.
YREAT God! to tbee my ev'ning song 3 Soon, for me, the light of day
U With humble gratitude I raise : Shall for ever pass away :
Olet thy mercy tune my tongue,

Then, from sin and sorrow free,
And fill my heart with lively praise. Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee!
2 My days unclouded as they pass, 4 Thon who, sinless, yet hast knows
And ev'ry onward rolling hour,

All of man's infirmity :
Are monuments of wondrous grace, Then, from thine eternal throne,

And witness to thy love and power Jesus, look with pitying eye.

HYMN CLXXIII. IV. 2.

HYMN CLXXVI. S. M.
Enening.

Prayer for Christian Graces.
TNSPIRER and bearer of prayer,
1 Thon shepherd and guardian of thine, T ES US, my strength, my hope,
My all to thy covenant care

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,
HYMN CLXXIV CM

That looks to thee when sin is near,
Renouncing the World.

And sees the tempter fly:
T ET worldly minds the world pursue,

A spirit still prepar'd.
It has no charms for me

And arm'd with jealous care,
Once I admir'd its follies too.

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.
4 Creatn res no more divide my choice, 5 I want a true regard.
I bid them all depart:

A single, steady aim,
His name, and love, and gracious voice Unmord by threat'ning or reward
Shall fix my roving heart

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
Thy worth is all my plea.

And glorify thy grace.
HYMN CLXXV. L. M.

6 1 rest upon thy word,
Not ashamed of Christ.

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
Bid my anxious fears subside;

And press with vigour on,
Death of death, and hell's destruction. A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.

And an immortal crown.
HYMN CLXXVIII L. M.

HYMN CLXXXI. C. M.
Folloring the Example of Christ.
W HENE'ER the angry passions rise,

Doubting
And tempt our thoughts or tongues

THE Lord will happiness divine
to strife,

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.
To teach us what we ought to be ;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,

Desires after renewed Holiness.
O Saviour, daily more like thee.

H for a closer walk with God,
HYMN CLXXIX. S. M.

A calm and heavenly frame;
Duties.

A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb ;
CHARGE to keep I have,
A A God to glorify;

| 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.
HYMN CLXXX. C. M.

6 So shall my walk be close with God: " Forgetting those things which are be

Calm and serene my frame;
hind, &c. Phil. lii. 13. 14.

So purer light shall mark the road
A WAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve, That leads me to the Lamb.
A And press with vigons on,
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

HYMN CLXXXIII. 111. 1.
And an immortal crown.

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.

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3 Did I meet no trials here,

HYMN CLXXXVI. L. M.
No chastisement by the way,
Might I not with reason fear

Heaven seen by Fik.
I should be a cast-away?

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,
Habitual Devotion.

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;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
That mercy I adore.

Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay

The hardest labours of the road
3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see !

HYMN CLXXXVII. IV. 4.
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee

" 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!

XI. DEATH.

10, the pain, the bliss of dying!

Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
HYMN CLXXXVIII. C. M.

And let me languish into life.
Job xiv. 1, 2. 5, 6.

? 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 !
The number'd hour is on the wing

Ö death, where is thy sting!
That lays thee with the dead.
4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath,
The short allotted span,

XII. JUDGMENT.
That bounds the few and weary days

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.
To all eternity

Who knows thine oply Son has dica
HYMN CXC. S. M.

To make that pardon sure.
Joh xiv 11-14.

HYMN CXCIS M.
TIE mighty food that rolls

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:
Secure from wo and sin; till call'd
To share his bless'd abode

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!
HYMN CXCI.

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.

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