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2 And wilt thou lend a listening ear

To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt; for thou dost love to hear

The song which meekness pours. 3 0, let thy grace perform its part,

And let contention cease ;
And shed abroad in every heart

Thine everlasting peace.
4 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine,

A flock by Jesus led,
The Sun of holiness shall shine

In glory on our head.
5 And thou wilt turn our wandering feet,

And thou wilt bless our way,
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet

The dawn of lasting day.


L. M.


In Sickness.

1 LORD of all worlds, let thanks and praise

To thee forever fill my soul ;
With blessings thou hast crowned my days,

My heart, my head, my hand control :
O, let no vain presumption rise,

No impious murmur in my heart, To crave the boon thy will denies,

Or shrink from ill thy hands impart. 2 Thy child am I, and not an hour,

Revolving in the orbs above,
But brings some token of thy power,

But brings some token of thy love:

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And shall this bosom dare repine,

In darkness dare deny the dawn, Or spurn the treasures of the mine,

Because one diamond is withdrawn? 3 The fool denies, the fool alone,

Thy being, Lord, and boundless might, Denies the firmament, thy throne,

Denies the sun's meridian light; Denies the fashion of his frame,

The voice he hears, the breath he draws ; O idiot atheist! to proclaim

Effects unnumbered without cause ! 4 Matter and mind, mysterious one,

Are man's for threescore years and ten; Where, ere the thread of life was spun ?

Where, when reduced to dust again? All-seeing God, the doubt suppress;

The doubt thou only canst relieve; My soul thy Savior-Son shall bless,

Fly to thy gospel, and believe.

C. M.

Praise for Recovery from Sickness. Ps. cxviii. 18, 19.
1 SOVEREIGN of life, I own thy hand

In every chastening stroke;
And, while I smart beneath thy rod,

Thy presence I invoke.
2 To thee in my distress I cried,

And thou hast bowed thine ear ;
Thy powerful word my life prolonged,

And brought salvation near.

3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness,

That, with the pious throng, I may record my solemn vows,

And tune my grateful song. 4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand

Renews our laboring breath ; Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints

Triumphant e'en in death.

C. M.

Watts. A Morning Song. For a Child. 1 MY God! who makes the sun to know

His proper hour to rise,
And, to give light to all below,

Doth send him round the skies.

2 When, from the chambers of the east,

His morning race begins,
He never tires, nor stops to rest,

But round the world he shines.

3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil

The business of the day,
Begin my work betimes, and still

March on my heavenly way.
4 Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,

Nor let my soul complain
That the young morning of my days

Has all been spent in vain.


C. M.

WATTS. An Evening Song. For a Child. 1 AND now another day is gone,

I'll sing my Maker's praise ;
My comforts every hour make known

His providence and grace.
2 But how my childhood runs to waste !

My sins, how great their sum !
Lord, give me pardon for the past,

And strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep;

Let angels guard my head,
And through the hours of darkness keep

Their watch around my bed.
4 With cheerful heart I close my eyes,

Since thou wilt not remove,
And in the morning let me rise

Rejoicing in thy love.

L. M.

PIERPONT Morning Hymn. For a Child. 1 O GOD, I thank thee that the night

In peace and rest hath passed away, And that I see, in this fair light,

My Father's smile, that makes it day. 2 Be thou my Guide and let me live

As under thine all-seeing eye ; Supply my wants, my sins forgive, And make me happy when I die.

L. M.

PIERPONT. Evening Hymn. For a Child. 1 ANOTHER day its course hath run,

And still, O God, thy child is blest ; For thou hast been by day my Sun,

And thou wilt be by night my Rest. 2 Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close ;

And now, when all the world is still, I give my body to repose,

My spirit to my Father's will.

C. M.

Watts, The aged Christian's Prayer. Ps. 71. 1 GOD of my childhood and my youth,

The Guide of all my days,
I have declared thy heavenly truth,

And told thy wondrous ways.
2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,

And leave my fainting heart? Who shall sustain my sinking years,

If God, my Strength, depart ?
3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim

To the surviving age,
And leave a savor of thy name

When I shall quit the stage.
4 The land of silence and of death

Attends my next remove; 0, may these poor remains of breath

Teach the wide world thy love.

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