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308. C. M. TAYLOR'S Col.

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A Morning Hymn.

ESUS, thou all-fuftaining Word,
My drooping fpirit's prop;

After thy lovely likenefs, Lord,
O when fball I wake up?

Thou, deareft Lord, thou only art
The Life, the Truth, the Way';
Quicken my foul, inftruct my heart,
My finking footsteps stay.

Of all thou haft, on earth below,
In heav'n above, to give;
Give me thy bleffed felf to know,
In thee to walk and live:

Fill me with all the life of love,
In facred union join
Me to thyfelf, and let me prove
The fellowship divine.

The holy intercourse begun
Between my foul and thee,
Enlarge, O Lord, and carry on,
Thro' all eternity.

309.

Sevens.

BRADFORD'S Col.

An Evening Hymn.

THOU muft, Lord, my heart prepare,
Elfe I offer lifeless pray'r :

Teach me, therefore, how to pray,
Deeply feeling what I fay.

With my burden I'd begin;
Save me from the pow'r of fin;
Let thy blood, for finners spilt,
Keep my confcience free from guilt:
As I lay me down to rest,.
Let me lean upon thy breaft;
Let my foul enjoy thy light;

Keep me fafe from harms this night!
While I am a pilgrim here
Let thy love my spirit cheer;
As my guide, my guard, my friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.
Shew me what I have to do;
Ev'ry hour my ftrength renew;
Let me live a life of faith;
Let me die thy people's death.

310.

C. M. M.

Another.

OW from the altar of our hearts

Now

Let flames of love arise;

Affift us, Lord, to offer up

Our evening facrifice.

Minutes and mercies multiply'd

Have made up all this day;

Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More swift and free than they.

New time, new favor, and new joys,
Do a new fong require;

'Till we shall praife thee as we would, Accept our hearts defire.

Lord of our days, whose hand hath set
New time upon our score;

Thee may we praise for all our time,
When time fhall be no more.

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Morning; or, Evening.

God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new; And morning mercies from above, Gently diftill like early dew.

Thou spread'ft the curtain of the night,
Great Guardian of our sleeping hours :
Thy fov'reign word reftores the light,
And quickens all our dormant pow'rs.

Lord, may we bow to thy command !
To thee ftill confecrate our days!
Perpetual bleffings, from thy hand,
Demand perpetual fongs of praise.

312. Sevens. Newton

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Before Prayer.

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NOME, my foul, thy fuit prepare;
Jefus loves to answer pray'r :

COME

All thy wants before him lay;
Chrift himself has bid thee pray.

Thou art coming to a King;
Large petitions with thee bring;
Jefus' grace and pow'r are fuch,
Thou canft never afk too much.

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O! do not our fuit difdain,
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ?

In thy own appointed way,
Now we seek thee, here we ftay;
Lord, from hence we would not go,
'Till a bleffing thou beftow.

Send fome meffage from thy word,
That may joy and peace afford;
Let thy spirit now impart
Full falvation to each heart.

Grant that all may feek and find
Thee a God fupremely kind;
Heal the fick, the captive free,
Let us all rejoice in thee.

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EAREST Savior, help thy fervant To proclaim thy wond'rous love! Pour thy grace upon this people, That thy truth they may approve Blefs, O blefs them,

From thy fhining courts above.

Now thy gracious word invites them
To partake the gospel-feaft:

Let thy Spirit fweetly draw them;
Ev'ry foul be Jesus' gueft!
O receive us,

Let us find thy promis'd reft.

O

315.

After Sermon.

JESUS, our Lord,
Thy name be ador'd

For all the rich bleffings convey'd by thy word.

In fpirit we trace

Thy wonders of grace,

And chearfully join in a concert of praise.

The ancient of days

His glory difplays,

And thines on his chofen with cherishing rays.

The trumpet of God

Is founding abroad"

The language of mercy, falvation thro' blood.

Thrice happy are they,

Who hear and obey,

And share in the bleffings of this happy day!

Their anguish and smart

And forrow depart,

Who find his falvation infcrib'd on their heart.

This bleffing be mine,

Through favor divine;

But, O my Redeemer, the glory be thine.

The work is of grace;

Thine, thine be the praife,

And mine to adore thee, and tell of thy ways.

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