3 In peace I lay me down to sleep;

Thine arm, O Lord, shall stay my head, Thine angel spread his tent, and keep

His midnight watch around

my bed.

Sun of Righteousness. Mal. iv. 2. Isa. xxx. 26. Psa. xix. 6.

1 JESUS, thou Sun of Righteousness,
All glorious and divine,

Thy people with thy presence bless;
In their assemblies shine.

2 Thy healing beams alone can cheer
Hearts pain'd with inward grief;
The soul oppress'd with guilt and fear
In thee finds sweet relief.

3 If thou thy righteousness display
And make thy merits known,
Sinners shall learn thy wond'rous grace,
And saints thy goodness own.

4 Our tongues shall thy redeeming love
With sacred rapture tell;

And loud resound Immanuel's praise,
Who saves from death and hell.

Christian Zeal and Diligence.

1 ARE not thy mercies sovereign still,

And thou a faithful God?

Wilt thou not grant us warmer zeal
To run the heavenly road?

2 We need the influence of thy grace,
To speed us in thy way,

Lest we should loiter in our race,
Or turn our feet astray.

3 Do not our hearts thy precepts love,
And long to see thy face?
And yet how slow our spirits move,
Without enliv'ning grace!

4 But we shall love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word,

When we have felt its quick'ning power,
To draw us near the Lord.

Commencement of Public Worship.

1 AT the portals of thy house,
Lord! we leave our mortal cares;
Nobler thoughts our souls engage,
Songs of praise and fervent prayers:
Pure and contrite hearts alone,
Find acceptance at thy throne.

2 Hapless men, whose footsteps stray
From the temple of the Lord!
Teach them Zion's heavenly way,
To their feet thy light afford:
Let the world united join,
To extol thy love divine.

The Lord's Day Morning.

1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls! Shake off each slothful band! The wonders of this day

Our noblest songs demand.
Auspicious morn, Thy blissful rays,
Bright seraphs hail, In songs of praise
2 At thy approaching dawn,
Reluctant death resign'd

The glorious Prince of life,
In the dark vault confin'd.

Th' angelic host Around him bends,
And, 'midst their shouts, The Lord ascends.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heaven with hosanna rings;
While earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings.
Worthy art thou, Who once wast slain,
Thro' endless years To live and reign.

4 Gird on, great King, thy sword,
Ascend thy conquering car,
While justice, truth and love
Maintain the glorious war.

Victorious thou, Thy foes shall tread,
And sin and death In triumph lead.

5 Make bare thy potent arm,
And wing th' unerring dart,
With salutary pangs,

To each rebellious heart.

Then dying souls For life shall sue,
Numerous as drops Of morning dew.

Praise. Psa. viii. 9. Isa. lx. 3.

1 O THOU, in whom the Gentiles trust,
Thou only holy, only just;

O tune our souls to praise thy name,
Jesus! unchangeable, the same!

2 Glory to thee, auspicious Lamb!
Thou holy Lord, thou great I Am!
With all our powers thy grace we bless;
Our joy, our peace, our righteousness!
3 Live, ever glorious Jesus! live,
Worthy all blessings to receive!
Worthy on high enthron'd to sit,
With every power beneath thy feet!
3 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for sinful man;
Let angels sound the sacred name,
And every creature say, Amen.

Praise. Psa. lxvi. 1, 2. Isa. xii. 1, 2.

1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the sacred song!

O may his love, (immortal flame !)
Tune every heart and tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach? What mortal tongue display?

Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.

3 He left his radiant throne on high;
Left the bright realms of bliss,

And came to earth to bleed and die!—
Was ever love like this!

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee;
May every heart with rapture say,
The Saviour died for me.

5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue;
Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

God the Refuge of the Afflicted.

1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave; Though o'er our heads the billows roll, We know the Lord can save.

2 When darkness, and when sorrows rose And press'd on every side,

The Lord hath still sustain'd our steps, And still hath been our guide.

3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn,
He will restore our peace;
For he who bade the tempest roar
Can bid the tempest cease.

4 In the dark watches of the night
We'll count his mercies o'er;
We'll praise him for ten thousand past,
And humbly plead for more.

5 Here will we rest, here build our hopes, Nor murmur at his rod;

He's more to us than all the world,
Our health, our life, our God.

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