4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread, And I could ne'er withstand;
Thy justice might have crush'd me dead, But mercy held thine hand.
5 A thousand wretched souls are fled
Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou length'nest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.
6 Great God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant night.
HYMN 94. L. M.
An evening hymn.
REAT God, to thee my ev'ning song
With humble gratitude I raise;
O let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise!
2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And ev'ry gentle rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and pow'r.
3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,
Too oft regardless of thy love,
Ungrateful can from thee depart,
And, fond of trifles, vainly rove.
4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood
Of Jesus: his dear name alone
I plead for pardon, gracious God,
And kind acceptance at thy throne.
5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close,
With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name.
HYMN 95. C. M.
An evening song.
1 NOW, from the altar of our hearts
Let flames of love arise;
Assist us, Lord, to offer up
Our ev'ning sacrifice.
2 Minutes and mercies multiplied,
Have made up all this day;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More swift and free than they.
3 New time, new favour, and new joys, Do a new song require:
Till we shall praise thee, as we would,
Accept our hearts' desire.
4 Lord of our days, whose hand hath set New time upon our score;
Thee may we praise for all our time,
When time shall be no more.
HYMN 96. C. M.
For Morning and Evening.
HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand!
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing pow'r,
That rais'd us with a word,
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,
We lean upon the Lord.
3 The ev❜ning rests our weary head,
And angels guard the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed,
That was not made our tomb.
4 The rising morning can't assure
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door,
To take our lives away.
5 Our breath is forfeited by sin,
To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King!、
In ev'ry gasp we draw.
6 God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night,
Beneath his shady wings.
HYMN 97. S. M.
Lord's day morning.
1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise!
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place,
Where my great God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this;
And sing, and bear herself away
To everlasting bliss.
HYMN 98. C. M.
Lord's day evening.
REQUENT the day of God returns,
To shed its quick'ning beams;
And yet how slow devotion burns!
How languid are its flames!
2 Accept our faint attempts to love,
Our frailties, Lord, forgive:
We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.
3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend,
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,
The sabbath ne'er shall end;
4 There we shall breathe in heav'nly air,
With heav'nly lustre shine;
Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine.
HYMN 99. S. M.
The gospel Ministry.
TOW beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
2 How charming is their voice,
How sweet the tidings are!
"Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
'He reigns and triumphs here."
3 How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound;
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
4 How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
But died without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm Thro' all the earth abroad; Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
HYMN 100. H. M.
At the forming of a Church.
REAT Father of mankind,
We bless that wondrous grace,
Which could for Gentiles find
Within thy courts a place;
How kind the care our God displays,
For us to raise a house of prayer!
2 Tho' once estranged far,
We now approach the throne;
For Jesus brings us near,
And makes our cause his own: Strangers no more, to thee we come, And find our home, and rest secure.
3 To thee our souls we join,
And love thy sacred name;
No more our own, but thine,
We triumph in thy claim:
Our Father King, thy cov'nant grace,
Our souls embrace, thy titles sing.
4 Here in thy house we feast
On dainties all divine;
And while such sweets we taste,
With joy our faces shine:
Incense shall rise from flames of love,
And God approve the sacrifice.
5 May all the nations throng
To worship in thy house!
And thou attend the song,
And smile upon their vows:
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