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2 And wilt thou lend a listening ear
To praises low as ours?
The song which meekness pours. 3 0, let thy grace perform its part,
And let contention cease ;
Thine everlasting peace.
A flock by Jesus led,
In glory on our head.
And thou wilt bless our way,
The dawn of lasting day.
J. Q. ADAMS.
1 LORD of all worlds, let thanks and praise
To thee forever fill my soul ;
My heart, my head, my hand control :
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 love:
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Because one diamond is withdrawn? 3 The fool denies, the fool alone,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.
In every chastening stroke;
Thy presence I invoke.
And thou hast bowed thine ear ;
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.
Watts. A Morning Song. For a Child. 1 MY God! who makes the sun to know
His proper hour to rise,
Doth send him round the skies.
2 When, from the chambers of the east,
His morning race begins,
But round the world he shines.
3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day,
March on my heavenly way.
Nor let my soul complain
Has all been spent in vain.
WATTS. An Evening Song. For a Child. 1 AND now another day is gone,
I'll sing my Maker's praise ;
His providence and grace.
My sins, how great their sum !
And strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Let angels guard my head,
Their watch around my bed.
Since thou wilt not remove,
Rejoicing in thy love.
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.
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.
Watts, The aged Christian's Prayer. Ps. 71. 1 GOD of my childhood and my youth,
The Guide of all my days,
And told thy wondrous ways.
And leave my fainting heart? Who shall sustain my sinking years,
If God, my Strength, depart ?
To the surviving age,
When I shall quit the stage.
Attends my next remove; 0, may these poor remains of breath
Teach the wide world thy love.