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The Gospel Treasure in earthen Vessels.
1 HOW rich thy bounty, King of kings!
Thy favors, how divine!
The blessings which thy gospel brings,
How splendidly they shine!
2 Gold is but dross, and gems but toys,
Should gold and gems compare;
How mean, when set against those joys,
Thy poorest servants share!
3 Yet all these treasures of thy grace
Are lodged in urns of clay;
And the weak sons of mortal race
The immortal gifts convey.
4 Feebly they lisp thy glories forth;
Yet grace the victory gives;
Quickly they moulder back to earth;
Yet still thy gospel lives.
5 Such wonders Power divine effects;
Such trophies God can raise ;
His hand from crumbling dust erects
Long monuments of praise.
PRIVATE OCCASIONS AND CIRCUMSTANCES.
A Morning Psalm. Ps. 5.
1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.
2 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
3 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.
4 O, may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness,
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.
5 The men that love and fear thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfilled;
The mighty God will compass them
With favor as a shield.
A Morning Psalm. Ps. 3.
1 TIRED with the burdens of the day,
To thee I raised an evening cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
2 Supported by thine heavenly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
3 But God sustained me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong;
He raised my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.
1 ON thee each morning, O my God,
My waking thoughts attend;
In thee are founded all my hopes;
In thee my wishes end.
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;
And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares
A sacrifice of praise.
3 God leads me through the maze of sleep,
And brings me safe to light;
And, with the same paternal care,
Conducts my steps till night.
4 When evening slumbers press my eyes,
With his protection blessed,
In peace and safety I commit
My wearied limbs to rest.
5 My spirit, in his hand secure,
Fears no approaching ill;
For, whether waking or asleep,
Thou, Lord, art with me still.
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 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.
1 IN sleep's serene oblivion laid,
I safely passed the silent night;
Again I see the breaking shade,
I drink again the morning light.
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour;
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; My conscious soul resumes her power,
And springs, my guardian God, to thee. 3 0, guide me through the various maze
My doubtful feet are doomed to tread, And spread thy shield's protecting blaze
Where dangers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress;
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.
5 That deeper shade shall break away;
That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes;
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the rapture of the skies.
1 O, TIMELY happy, timely wise,
Hearts that with rising morn arise,
Eyes that the beam celestial view,
Which evermore makes all things new!