5 Then dig about the root, Break up our fallow ground, And let our gracious fruit
To thy great praise abound; O let us all thy praise declare, And fruit unto perfection bear.
Florida-p. 34.] HYMN 494. C. M.
ING to the great Jehovah's praise!
All praise to him belongs,
Who kindly lengthens out our days,
Demands our choicest songs:
His providence hath brought us through
Another various year;
We all with vows and anthems new
Before our God appear.
2 Father, thy mercies past we own,
Thy still continued care:
To thee presenting, through thy Son,
Whate'er we have or are:
Our lips and lives shall gladly show
The wonders of thy love,
While on in Jesus' steps we go
To seek thy face above.
3 Our residue of days or hours,
Thine, wholly thine, shall be;
And all our consecrated powers,
A sacrifice to thee;
Till Jesus in the clouds appear,
To saints on earth forgiven,
And bring the grand sabbatic year,
The jubilee of heaven.
MORNING AND EVENING.
Lyminge-p. 117.] HYMN 495. 6 lines 88. HERE is my God, my joy,
W The dear desire of nations, where?
Jesus, to thee my soul looks up,
To thee directs her morning prayer;
And spreads her arms of faith abroad,
To' embrace my hope, my joy, my God!
2 Mine eyes prevent the morning ray,
Looking and longing for thy word:
Come, O my Jesus, come away,
And let my heart receive its Lord;
Which pants and struggles to be free,.
And breaks to be detain'd from thee.
3 Appear in me, bright Morning Star,
And scatter all the shades of night;
I saw thee once, and came from far,
But quickly lost the transient light:
And now again in darkness pine,
Till thou throughout my nature shine.
4 In patient hope I now take heed
To the sure word of promis'd grace;
Whose rays a feeble lustre shed,
Faint glimm'ring thro' the darksome place;
Till thou thy glorious light impart,
And rise the Day-star in my heart..
5 Come, Lord, be manifested here,
And all the devil's works destroy;
Now, without sin, in me appear,
And fill with everlasting joy;
Thy beatific face display;
Thy presence is the perfect day. Wormley-p. 95.] HYMN 496. S. M. lift our hearts to thee,
O Day-star from on high!
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.
2 O let thy orient beams
The night of sin disperse,
The mists of error and of vice,
Which shade the universe!
3 How beauteous nature now!
How dark and sad before!
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore.
4 O may no gloomy crime
Pollute the rising day;
Or Jesus' blood, like evening dew,
Wash all its stains away!
5 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past:
And live this short revolving day,
As if it were our last.
6 To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit, One in Three,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall for ever be.
Ryton p. 34.] HYMN 497. C. M.
ALL praise to Him who dwells in bliss,
Who made both day and night:
Whose throne is darkness in the' abyss
Of Uncreated light.
2 Each thought and deed, his piercing eyes With strictest search survey;
The deepest shades no more disguise,
Than the full blaze of day.
3 Whom thou dost guard, O King of kings, No evil shall molest:
Under the shadow of thy wings,
Shall they securely rest.
4 Thy angels shall around their beds Their constant stations keep:
Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads,
For thou dost never sleep.
5 May we with calm and sweet repose,
And heavenly thoughts refresh'd,
Our eyelids with the morn unclose,
And bless Thee, ever bless'd.
Guernsey-p. 32.] HYMN 498. C. M.
IVER and Guardian of my sleep,
To praise thy name I wake:
Still, Lord, thy helpless servant keep,
For thine own mercy's sake.
2 The blessing of another day
I thankfully receive:
O may I only thee obey,
And to thy glory live!
3 Vouchsafe to keep my soul from sin,
Its cruel power suspend,
Till all this strife and war within
In perfect peace shall end.
4 Upon me lay thy mighty hand,
My words and thoughts restrain:
Bow my whole soul to thy command,
Nor let my faith be vain.
5 Prisoner of hope, I wait the hour
Which shall salvation-bring;
When all I am shall own thy power,
And call my Jesus King.
Lyminge-p. 117.] HYMN 499,
HEN quiet in my house I sit,
W Thy book be my companion still:
My joy, thy sayings to repeat,
Talk o'er the records of thy will:
And search the oracles divine,
Till every heartfelt word be mine.
2 O may the gracious words divine,
Subject of all my converse be!
So will the Lord his follower join,
And walk and talk himself with me
So shall my heart his presence prove,
And burn with everlasting love,
3 Oft as I lay me down to rest,
O may the reconciling word
Sweetly compose my weary breast;
While on the bosom of my Lord
I sink in blissful dreams away,
And visions of eternal day.
4 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise,
Thee may I publish all day long;
And let thy precious word of grace
Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue;
Fill all my life with purest love,
And join me to the church above.
Guernsey-p. 32.] HYMN 500. C. M.
NCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To Him that rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound:
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