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2 Each thought and deed bis piercing eyes
With strictest search survey;
Than the full blaze of day.
No evil shall molest:
Shall they securely rest.
Their constant stations keep:
For thou dost never sleep.
And heavenly thoughts refresh'd Our eyelids with the morn unclose,
And bless Thee, ever blest.
Millions this day before thee bow'd; Their faces Zionward were set,
Vows with their lips to thee they vow'd, 2 But thou, soul-searching God! hast known
The bearts of all that bent the knee; And hast accepted those alone,
Who in the spirit worshipp'd thee, 8 People of many a tribe and tongue,
Of various languages and lands, Have heard thy truth, thy glory sung,
And offer'd prayer with holy hands. 4 And not a prayer, & tear, a sigh,
Hath fail'dtbis day some suit to gain; To thoso in trouble thou wert nigh;
Not one hath sought thy face in vain.
5 Thy poor were bountifully fed,
Thy chastend sons have kiss'd the rod; Thy mourners have been comforted,
The pure in heart have seen their God. 6 Yet one prayer more ;-and be it one,
In which both heaven and earth accord; Fulfil thy promise to thy Son:
Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord !
Do I not, Lord, remember still,
Upon the counsels of thy will!
And sighs for this, my whole desire,
And spotless in thine arms expire.
Self-dedication to the Lord.
And fix ny frail, inconstant heart;
C.M. Peace, love, and unity. 0
LORD, another day has flown,
Anif we, a lowly band,
To bless thy fost'ring hand,
All evil far remove;
Thine everlasting love.
In Christian bonds unite:
And hail the morning light. 4 Thus chasten'd, cleansed, entirely thine,
A fock by Jesus led,
In glory on our head.
And thou wilt blese our way, l'ill worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of endless day. 623
32d P. M. 884, 884. Tribute of gratitude. TATHER of spirits ! hear our prayer; Our life, our hope, our comforter,
Our strong abode :
Preserver, God! 2 Thy gentle hand bath smooth'd our way; Fed and sustaind us day by day;
In thee we move : O
may thy mercies, Lord, inspire Our hearts with gratitude, and fire
Our souls with love
With better hopes be fillid.
To thee my thonghts would soar:
That nerey I adore.
Thy ruling hand I see;
Because conferr'd by thee.
In every pain I lear,
Or seek relief in prayer.
My soul shall meet thy will.
The gath'ring storm sball see:
That heart will rest on thee.
Awake, and sing thy mighty Name:
Thy hand, from whence our being came. 2 Seasons and moons, still rolling mund
In beauteonis order, speak tlig praise And years, with smiling mercy crown'd,
To thee successive honours raise.
3 Our life, and health, and friends, we owe
All to thy vast, unbounded love; Ten thousand precious gifts below,
And hope of nobler joys above. 4 Thus may we sing till nature cease,
Till sense and language are no more; And, after death, thy boundless grace
Through everlasting years adore.
4th P. M. 886, 886.
AND my house will serve the Lord :
I must myself appear;
And serve with heart sincere.
The stumbling-block remove;
The dignity of love.
A foll'wer of my God :
In the celestial road.
Into thy hands receive :
And real Christians, Live.