3 Blest day! thine hours too soon will | 5 And, filled and quickened by thy breath,
1 O GOD! whose dread and dazzling brow Love never yet forsook,
On those who seek thy presence now, In deep compassion look;
2 For many a frail and erring heart Is in thy holy sight,
And feet too willing to depart From the plain way of right.
3 Yet, pleased the humble prayer to hear, And kind to all that live,
Thou, when thou seest the contrite tear Art ready to forgive.
4 Lord, aid us with thy heavenly grace, Our truest bliss to find; mercy view our erring race, So feeble and so blind.
We know thee truly but in this, That thou bestowest all our good.
3 And so, 'mid boundless time and space, Oh grant us still in thee to dwell, And through the ceaseless web to trace Thy presence working all things well! 4 Nor let thou life's delightful play
Thy truth's transcendent vision hide; Nor strength and gladness lead astray From thee, our nature's only guide.
5 Bestow on every joyous thrill
A deeper tone of reverent awe; Make pure thy children's erring will, And teach their hearts to love thy law.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Thy precious time, misspent, redeem; Each present day thy last esteem; Improve thy talent with due care; For the great day thyself prepare.
3 In conversation be sincere;
Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear; Think how the all-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew:
Scatter my sins like morning dew; Guard I my first springs of thought and will And with thyself my spirit fill.
5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design or do or say;
That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.
Universal Praise. JOHN BOWDLER. | 2 Within the temple of thy grace,
1 SING to the Lord with cheerful voice; From realm to realm the notes shall sound,
And heaven's exulting sons rejoice To bear the full hosanna round.
2 When, starting from the shades of night, At dread Jehovah's high behest, The sun arrayed his limbs in light, And earth her virgin beauty drest, — 3 Thy praise transported nature sung, In pealing chorus, loud and far; The echoing vault with rapture rung, And shouted every morning star. 4 Thy praise shall fill each grateful voice, Shall bid the song of rapture sound; And heaven's exulting sons rejoice To bear the full hosanna round.
61. The Peace and Comfort of Worship. WATTS.
1 AWAY from every mortal care,
From this world's worthless joys afar, Away from earth, our souls retreat. And wait and worship near thy feet.
We bow before our Father's face; Thy grace and glory we adore, And learn the wonders of thy power.
3 Here, when our spirit faints and dies, And conscience smarts with inward stings, The Sun of Righteousness shall rise, With healing beams beneath his wings.
4 Father, our souls would still abide Within thy temple, near thy side; But, if our feet must hence depart, Still keep thy dwelling in our heart.
1 THY name be hallowed evermore; O God! thy kingdom come with power, Thy will be done, and day by day Give us our daily bread, we pray.
2 Lord, evermore to us be given
The living bread that came from heaven: Water of life on us bestow; Thou art the Source, the Giver thou.
1 Now the shades of night are gone; Now the morning light is come, Lord, may we be thine to-day! Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill our souls with heavenly light, Banish doubt, and clear our sight; In thy service, Lord, to-day, May we stand and watch and pray.
3 Keep our haughty passions bound; Save us from our foes around; Going out and coming in, Keep us safe from every sin.
4 When our work of life is past, Oh receive us then at last; Night and sin will be no more, When we reach the heavenly shore.
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