William Reeve, cir. 1790, or J. Hatton.
Awake, my soul! and, with the sun, Thy dai-ly stage of
Shake off dull sloth, and joy - ful rise, To pay thy morn - ing sac - ri - fice.
(2.)|2 Forgive me, Lord! for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 All praise to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me, whilst I slept; Grant, Lord! when I from death shall I may of endless light partake. [wake,
4 Lord! I my vows to thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; [will, Guard my first springs of thought and And with thyself my spirit fill.
5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.
6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below! Praise him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Thomas Ken, 1697, a.
3 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 awful day.
4 Oh! may my soul on thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close: Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make, To serve my God when I awake.
5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply: Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. Thomas Ken, 1697, a.
Sun of my soul, thou Sav - iour dear! It is not night, if thou be near;
1 SUN of my soul, thou Saviour dear! It is not night, if thou be near; Oh! may no earth-born cloud arise, To hide thee from thy servant's eyes! 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast!
3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
4 If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord! the gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin.
5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor, With blessings from thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant's slumbers, pure and light! 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till, in the ocean of thy love,
2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord! From every rash and heedless word; Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path where sinners lead.
3 Oh! may the righteous, when I stray, Smite and reprove my wandering way Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. 4 When I behold them pressed with grief, I'll cry to heaven for their relief; And, by my warm petitions, prove How much I prize their faithful love. Isaac Watts, 1719.
1 THUS far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days; And every evening 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, He gives me strength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to sleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head; While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed,
(7.) 4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound,
1 SOFTLY now the light of day Fades upon my sight away; Free from care, from labor free, Lord!. I would commune with thee.
2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Naught escapes, without, within! Pardon each infirmity,
Open fault, and secret sin.
3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall for ever pass away; Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord! to dwell with thee.
4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity!
Then, from thine eternal throne, Jesus! look with pitying eye. George W. Doane, 1826.
The Round of daily Care.
1 IN the morning hear my voice, Let me in thy light rejoice; God, my Sun! my strength renew, Send thy blessing down like dew.
2 Through the duties of the day, Grant me grace to watch and pray; Live as always seeing thee, Knowing, -Thou, God! seest me. 3 When the evening skies display Richer pomp than noon's array, Be the shades of death to me Bright with immortality.
4 When the round of care is run, And the stars succeed the sun, Songs of praise with prayer unite, Crown the day, and hail the night.
1 STILL, still with thee, my God! I would desire to be;
By day, by night, at home, abroad, I would be still with thee:
2 With thee, when dawn comes in, And calls me back to care; Each day returning to begin
With thee, my God! in prayer:
3 With thee, amid the crowd
That throngs the busy mart, To hear thy voice, 'mid clamor loud, Speak softly to my heart.
4 With thee, when day is done,
And evening calms the mind: The setting, as the rising, sun With thee my heart would find.
5 With thee, when darkness brings The signal of repose, Calm in the shadow of thy wings, Mine eyelids I would close.
6 With thee, in thee, by faith Abiding I would be;
By day, by night, in life, in death, I would be still with thee.
James Drummond Burns, 1856.
The Lord's Day and Public Worship. 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 God has 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.
1 SWEET is the work, O Lord! Thy glorious acts to sing. To praise thy name, and hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring.
2 Sweet, at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell;
And, when app oach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell.
3 Sweet, on this day of rest,
To join in heart and voice
With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice.
4 To songs of praise and joy
Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our blest employ Eternally in heaven.
Harriet Auber, 1829, a.
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