6 Borne upon their latest breath,

Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their pow'rs employ.

(C. M.)

(L. M.

CONTENTMENT.

HYMN 156. 1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sov’reign will denies, Accepted at thy throne, let this,

My humble pray’r arise;
2 Give me a calm and thankful heart,

From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And make me live to thee:
3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine

My life and death attend,
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.

HYMN 157.
1 BE still, my heart! these anxious cares

To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonour on thy Lord,

And contradict his gracious word.
2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,

Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if he provide,

Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 3 When first before his mercy seat,

Thou didst to him thy all commit;
He gave thee warrant from that hour,

To trust his wisdom, love, and pow'r. 4 Did ever trouble yet befall,

And he refuse to hear thy call ?
And has he not his promise past,

That thou shalt overcome at last ?
5 Though rough and thorny be the road,

It leads thee home, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For heav'n will make amends for all.

IN AFFLICTION.

HYMN 158. 1 HEAR, gracious God! my humble moan,

To thee I breathe my sighs ;

(C. M.)

When will the mournful night be gone?

When shall my joys arise ?
2 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns,

Thy promise is my stay;
Here would I rest till light returns:

Thy presence makes my day.
3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace

Relieve my aching heart;
O smile, and bid my sorrows cease,

And all their gloom depart.
4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise

And bless thy healing rays,
And change these deep complaining sighs
For songs of sacred praise.
HYMN 159.

(II. 3.) Psalm xlii. 1-5. 1 AS, panting in the sultry beam,

The hart desires the cooling stream,
So to thy presence,

Lord, I flee,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee;
Athirst to taste, thy living grace,

And see thy glory, face to face,
2 But rising griefs distress my soul,

And tears on tears successive roll;
For many an evil voice is near,
To chide my wo, and mock my fear;
And silent mem'ry weeps alone

O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. 3 For I have walk'd the happy round

That 'circles Zion's holy ground,
And gladly swell'd the choral lays,
That hymn’d my great Redeemer's praise,
What time the hallow'd arches rung

Responsive to the solemn song.
4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest,

Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast ?
Turn, turn to Him, in ev'ry pain,
Whom suppliants never sought in vain ;
Thy strength, in joy's extatic day,
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away.
HYMN 160.

(II. 3.) A compassionate High Priest. Hebrews iv. 15. I WHEN-gath’ring clouds around I view,

And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienc'd ev'ry human pain;

He feels my griefs, he sees my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow away,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;

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DAILY DEVOTION.

(II 3.)

HYMN 162.

Daily Dependance.
1 WHEN streaming from the eastern skies,

The morning light salutes mine eyes,
O Sun of righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of sin away,

And turn my darkness into day.
2 When to heav'n's great and glorious King

My morning sacrifice I bring;
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy, Saviour, in thy name;
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood,

And be my advocate with God. 3 As ev'ry day thy mercy spares

Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend:
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,

And be thy pure example mine. 4 When pain transfixes ev'ry part,

Or languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseas’d, oppress'd,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
O great Physician! see my grief,

And grant thy servant sweet relief. 5 Should poverty's destructive blow

Lay all my worldly comforts low;
And neither help nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer ;
Lord, pity and supply my need,

For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed. 6 Should Providence profusely pour

Its varied blessings in my store;
O keep me from the ills that wait
On sich a seeming prosp'rous state:
From hurtful passions set me free,

And humbly may I walk with thee.
7 When each day's scenes and labours close,

And weari'd nature seeks repose,
With pard’ning mercy richly bless'd,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest :
And, as each morning sụn shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.

8 And, at my life's last setting sun,

My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thy heav'nly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed ;
And, from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face and sing thy praise.
HYMN 163.

(L. M.) “ I have set God always before me.” Ps. xvi. 9. I SAVIOUR! when night involves the skies,

My soul, adoring, turns to thee!
Thee, self-abas'd in mortal guise,

And wrapt in shades of death for me. 2 On thee my waking raptures dwell,

When crimson gleams the east adorn, Thee, victor of the grave and hell,

Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays,

To thee, my soul triumphant springs; Thee, thrond in glory's endless blaze,

Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings. 4 O’er earth, when shades of ev'ning steal,

To death and thee my thoughts I give; To death, whose pow'r I soon must feel, To thee, with whom I trust to live. HYMN 164.

(L. M.) Morning Hymn. 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily course of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise

To pay thy morning sacrifice,
2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past;

Live this day, as if 'twere thy last:
T' improve thy talents take due care;

'Gainst the great day thyself prepare.
3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how th' all-seeing, God, thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing,

“ Glory to thee, eternal King."
5 I wake, I wake, ye heav'nly choir ;

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May your devotion me inspire ;