While we pray, and while we hear, Help us, Lord, each one to think, L. M. And heard of Jesus ard of heaven; We thank thee for thy word, and pray That this day's sips may be forgiven. 2 May all we heard and understood, Be well remomber'd through the week And help to make us wise and good, More humble, diliçent, and meek. 3 Bless our good minister, we pray, Who loves to see a child attend, And let us honour and obey The words of such a holy friend. 4 So when our lives are finish'd here, And days and Sabbaths shall be o'cr, L. M. 2 I have been there, and still would go; 'Tis like a little heaven below; Shall tempt me to forget this day. 3 0 write upon my mem'ry, Lord, The text and doctrine of thy word; 4 With thoughts of Christ and things divine, Fill up this foolish heart of mino; 78. C. M. Behold thee all serene; Without a voil between? Amidst a world of cares; And then accept my prayers. 3 Thy Spirit, O my Father, give, To be my guide and friend, To Sabbaths without end. MORNING AND EVENING. 79. S. M. Thy gracious God to praise, And lengthen out my days. In rostlessness and pain, And seek the Lord again. 3 This day will many die! This hour what numbers go! And I that change should know? 4 Lord, come and be my guide Through this uncertain space; C. M. My voice ascending high ; To thee lift up mine eye: 2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone, To plead for all his saints ; Presenting, at his Father's throne, Their songs and their complaints. 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 0 may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness; L. M. To pay thy morning sacrifice. And hast refresh'd me while I slept; I may of endless life partake. Scatter my sins as morning dew ; And with thyself my spirit fill. All I design, or do, or say; 82. L. M. Gently distil like early dew, 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 1 yield my powers to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days; 83. C. M. I'll sing my Maker's praise ; His providence and grace. My sins, how great their sum! And strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep; Let angels guard my head ; And through the hours of darkness keep Their watch around my bed. |