2 He lives-the everlasting God,

That built the world, that spread the flood;
The heavens with all their hosts he made,
And the dark regions of the dead.
3 He guides our feet, he guards our way;
His morning smiles bless all the day;
He spreads the evening veil, and keeps
The silent hours while Israel sleeps.
4 Israel, a name divinely blest,
May rise secure, securely rest;
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber nor surprise.
5 No sun shall smite thy head by day,
Nor the pale moon with sickly ray
Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star
Dart his malignant fire so far.

6 Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still thou shalt go, and still return,
Safe in the Lord; his heavenly care
Defends thy life from every snare.

180.

H. M.

1 UPWARD I lift mine eyes,

WATTS.

From God is all my aid

The God that built the skies,

And earth and nature made:

God is the tower

His grace is nigh

To which I fly; In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide,

Nor fall in fatal snares,

Since God, my guard and guide,

Defends me from my

fears.

Those wakeful eyes, Shall Israel keep,

That never sleep,

When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there:
Thou art my sun,
And thou my shade,

To guard my head

or

By night or noon.

4 Hast thou not given thy word. To save my soul from death? And I can trust my Lord

To keep my mortal breath: I'll go and come,

Till from on high

Nor fear to die,

Thou call me home.

HAYWARD.

1 WELCOME, delightful morn, Thou day of sacred rest;

I hail thy kind return;

Lord, make these moments blest.
From the low train of mortal toys
I soar to reach immortal joys.

2 Now may the King descend,

And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,

While saints address thy face;
Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Savior's love,

And bless these sacred hours:

Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor sabbaths be indulged in vain.

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 dear Lord hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this;
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

183.

C. M.

MONTGOMERY.

1 WHAT Secret hand, at morning light,
Softly unseals mine eye,

Draws back the curtain of the night,
And opens earth and sky?

2 'Tis thine, my God-the same that kept
My resting hours from harm;
No ill came nigh me, for I slept
Beneath the Almighty's arm,

3 'Tis thine-my daily bread that brings,
Like manna scattered round,
And clothes me, as the lily springs

In beauty from the ground.

4 In death's dark valley though I stray, "T would there my steps attend, Guide with the staff my lonely way, And with the rod defend.

5 May that dear hand uphold me still,
Through life's uncertain race,
To bring me to thine holy hill,
And to thy dwelling place.

184.

C. M. WATTS.

1 WHAT shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.

2 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!

How dear thy servants in thy sight!
How precious is their blood!

3 How happy all thy servants are!
How great thy grace to me!

My life, which thou hast made thy care,
Lord, I devote to thee.

4 Now I am thine, for ever thine,

Nor shall my purpose move;

Thy hand has loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.

1 WHAT sinners value I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world, to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere ;
When shall I wake and find me there?

3 O glorious hour! O blest abode !

I shall be near and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

186.

C. M.

ADDISON.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

4 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face;
And, when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.

6 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;

And, after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

187. C. M.

BARBAULD.

1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day,

Man comes to meet his God,

What rites, what honors shall he pay?
How spread his praise abroad?

2 From marble domes and gilded spire s
Shall clouds of incense rise?

And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly sacrifice?