6 Sprinkled afresh with pard’ning blood,

I lay me down to rest,
As in ih' embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breast.

Hymn 242. C. M.
And the lifting up of any hands as the evening

sacrificea, Psalm clxi. 2. Now from the altar of our hearts,

Let arise Assist us, Lord, to offer up

Our ev'ning sacrifice.
2 This day God was our sun and shield,

Our kecper and our gaide;
His care was on our weakness shown,

His mercies multiplied.
3 Minutes and mercies multiplied,

Have made up all this day;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were

More swift and free than they.
4 New time, new favours, and new joys,

Do a new song require:
Till we shall praise thee as we would,
Accept our hearts' desire.

Hymn 243. C. M.
Stand in awe and sin not; coinmune with your

own heart upon your bed. Psalm is. 4. My God, my only help and hope,

My strong and sure defence;

For all the mercies of the day,

I bless thy providence.
2 Lord, in the day, thou art about

The path wherein I tread;
And in the night when I lie down,

Thou art about my bed.
3 Give me this night to rest my head,

From cares an business free;
And hold communion ou my bed,

With my own heart and thee. 4 Fain would i dedicate to thee

The remnant of my days:
Grant me assisting grace, O Lord,
To speak, and live thy praise.

Hymn 244. P. M.
I call to remembrance my song in the night: I.

commune with mine own heart. Psa. lxxvii. 6.

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No one ever ask'd in vain,
Be this night about my bed,

Every evil thought restrain :
Lay thy hand upon my soul,

God of my unguarded hours!
All my enemies control,

Hell, and eartb, and nature's powers. 2 0 thou jealous God, come down,

God of spotless purity;
Claim and seize me for thine own.

Consecrate my beart to thee :

Under thy protection take;

Songs in the night season give; Let me sleep to thee, and wake;

Let me die to thee, aud live. 3 Let me of thy life partake,

Thy own holiness impart; O that I may sweetly wake

With my Saviour in my heart. O that I may koow thee mine!

O that I may thce receive! Only live the life divine ! Only to thy glory live.

Hymn 245. L. M. Mine eyes prevent the night watches, that I

might meditate in thy word. Psa. cxix. 148.

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My longing eyes and restless heart; Before the morning watch I rise,

And wait to taste how good thou art. 2 O from my soul this slumber shake;

Warn’d by thy Spirit's inward call, Let me to righteousness awake,

And pray that I so more may fall. 3 O never suffer me to sleep

Secure within the verge of bell; But still my watchful spirit keep,

In lowly awe and loviug zeal. 4 Attended by thy sacred dread,

And wise from evil to depart, Let me from strength to strength proceed,

And rise in purity of beart.

Hymn 246. L. M.
O God, thou art my God. Psalm Ixiii. 8.
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O GOD, my God, my all thou art?

Ere shines the dawn of risiog day,
Thy gracious light within my heart,

Thy all-enliv'oing power display. 2 Thy name, () God, upon my bed,

Dwells on my lips, and fires my thoughts With rembling awe in midnight shade, I muse on all thy hands have wrought:

Hymn 247. L. M. So will I sing praise to thy name for ever, that I

may daily perform my rows. Psalm Ixi. 8.

The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice,

To run his journey through the skies. 2 From the fair chambers of the east,

The circuit of his course begins,
And without weariness or rest,

Round the whole world be flies and shines, 3 O like the sun may I fulfil,

Th' appointed duties of the day,
With ready mind and active will,

March on and keep my heavenly way: 4 Give me thy counsel for my guide,

And then receive me to thy bliss :
All my desires and hopes beside,

Are faint and cold compar'd with this.

Hymn 248. L. M. And he called the name of it Ebenezer, saying, Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.

1 Sam. vii. 12, 1 VHUS far the Lord hath led me on,

; And every ev'ning shall make known

Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste,

And I perhaps am near my home; But he forgives my follies past,

Aod gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my hody down to sleep,

Peace is the pillow for my bead; While well-appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Thus when the night of death shall come,

My Aesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.

Hymn 249. L. M. Keep ine as the ample of thine eye ; hide me under the shadow of thy wings. Psa. xvii. 8.

LORY to thee, my God, this night,

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Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,

Beneath thy blest Almighty wings. -2 Teach me to live, that I may dread

The grave as little as my bed :
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the judgment-dar.