2 I with your choir celestial join
In off'ring up a hymn divine;
With you in heav'n I hope to dwell,
And bid the night and world farewell.
8 All praise to Thee, in light arrayed,
Who light thy dwelling place hast made:
A boundless ocean of bright beams
From thy all-glorious Godhead streams.
4 Blest Jesus, Thou, on heav'n intent,
Whole nights hast in devotion spent;
But I, frail creature, soon am tired,
And all my zeal is soon expired.
5 Shine on me, Lord, new life impart,
Fresh ardor kindle in my heart;
One ray of thy all-quick'ning light
Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.
1 WAKE, my soul, and as the sun
Giant-like goes on his way,
And untir'd doth westward run,
So thy course pursue this day.
2 Lo, the sun gilds mountain's height,
Spreads his beams along each vale,
Turns all gloominess to light,
And all eyes his rising hail:
3 So should'st thou spread truth around
In thine own appointed sphere;
Truth, that makes pure joys abound,
Truth, that darken'd minds doth cheer.
4 So should'st thou by warmth of love,
By kind influence wide diffused,
Gladden hearts, which grief doth move,
Bless the souls, by wrongs abused.
5 Glorious is the orb of day,
Needing none to say, he's bright!
So should'st thou to all display
Strong example of the right.
6 Where's the arm, that wheels the sun?
Where's the power, that lights his flame?
Blessed GoD! thy will be done!
Let the world extol thy name!
1 WELCOME is the evening shade
To the toiler through the day,
When, his debt of duty paid,
He reposes, as he may.
aff 2 Glory, Lord, I give thy name
For thy watchful care and love!
Thou hast strengthen'd all my frame,
Thou hast bless'd me from above.
3 In this day how many eyes
Have been clos'd in deepest night?
In this day how many cries
Have been rais'd in wild affright?
4 Blessed God! thy mighty arm
Has my weakness guarded well;
Thou hast shielded me from harm,
Thou hast kept me up from hell.
5 Midst the day's disturbing cares,
Midst the tempting forms of things,
Of my sin heart witness bears,
Conscience wounds me with its stings.
aff 6 Lord, forgive me in thy love
For the sake of Him, who died;
Never from Thee let me rove,
Never leave my Savior's side.
7 Keep me in the coming night,
Guarded safely let me be;
Grateful may I see the light,
Rising for thy service free.
p 8 From the sleep of death, O Lord,
Let me rise in last great morn,
Rous'd up by thy mighty word,
For immortal glory born!
1 WHEN awake at noon of night,
Lord, I find myself with thee:
Earth, all shut out from my sight,
Upward rise my thoughts most free!
2 Soon the darkness overpast,
Dawn will tinge a purple die;
Soon the glorious sun will cast
Brightest beams from eastern sky.
3 Soon the grave's thick, midnight gloom
Will invest me all around;
Soon in silence of the tomb
I shall find a sleep profound.
mf 4 Yet the grave a beam shall see,
Brighter, than the sun-beam bright;
All the gloom of death will flee,
All the sleepers rise in light!
mp 5 But the second death, how dark! Never sun-beam brightens there! Dreadful sentence! soul, now hark!"Sink, ye scorners, in despair!"
6 When they sink, behold the wise;
O, what glories cheer their sight?
They with Christ ascend the skies;
They shall dwell in heav'n's own light!
aff 7 Thou, with whom the night is day,
Who dost see the inmost heart,
Beams of mercy, Lord, display,-
Mercy's beams to me impart!
Eclipse of the Sun.
1 THE sun withdraws his light,
And, though in mid career,
A pall conceals him from our sight,
And nature round is drear.
mp 2 Ah, should that pall remain,
And should his shining cease,
The life of man on earth were pain,
In death alone were peace.
mf 3 A sun more glorious shines,
The Sun of Righteousness,
Whose spiritual light redeems, refines,
And will forever bless.
4 'Tis sin alone, we know,
Shuts out his face of love:
Repent, O sinner, lest in wo
The second death thou prove!
The Rainbow. Support in Affliction.
1 WHEN the sun with cheerful beams
Smiles upon a low'ring sky,
Soon its aspect soften'd seems,
And a rainbow meets the eye:
While the sky remains serene,
This bright arch is never seen.
2 Thus the Lord's supporting power
Brightest to his saints appears;
When affliction's threat'ning hour
Fills their sky with clouds and fears;
He can wonders then perform,—
Paint a rainbow on a storm.
3 All their graces doubly shine,
When their troubles press them sore,
And the promises divine
Give them joys, unknown before:
As the colors of the bow
To the cloud their brightness owe.
1 THE year, that is fled,
Is gone with the dead,
Is lost in the shadows of night;
Come, let us anew,
With glory in view,
Proceed, like the sun in his might.
2 The past wakes our tears,
The future our fears,
Lest all our bright prospects should fail:
Then, Lord, unto Thee
We all now do flee,
Lest sin and the tempter prevail.
3 As time wings its flight,
May we with delight
Perform all the work, Thou hast given;
And may we at last,―
Death's valley o'erpast,
Attain to the glories of heaven!
This Year thou shalt die.
1 GAY youth! Do hope's delusive beams
Attract thy giddy eye?
Dismiss thine idle, blissful dreams,
For this year thou shalt die!
2 Strong man! Dost thou for lucre moil,
For fading honors sigh?
Forbear thy fruitless, worldly toil,
For this year thou shalt die!
3 Old man! Who still dost grasp the sand,
Unmindful of the sky,
Relax thy hold, unloose thy hand,
For this year thou shalt die!
4 O sinner, hear sweet mercy's strain,
And break each guilty tie;
Then thou a heav'nly crown shalt gain,
Though this year thou shalt die!
1 THE winter is past, that was drear,
The rains have well moisten'd the ground;
The flow'rs on the earth now appear,
And beauty and gladness abound.
2 The time has now come, when the bird
His song of delight doth outpour,
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