Coine, and with thy presence bless us,
Deign to be an honoured guest.
2 Once at Cana's happy village,
Thou didst heavenly joy impart;
Though unseen, may thy blest image
Be inscribed on every heart.)
e 3 Lord, we come to ask thy blessing
On the happy pair to rest;
-May thy goodness, never ceasing,
Make them now and ever blest.
4 Thou canst change the course of nature,
Turning water into wine;
e But we ask a greater favour-
May they be forever thine.
5 Thine by covenant and adoption,
Thine by free and sovereign grace;
May they, in each word and action,
Do thy will and speak thy praise.
6 Gracious Lord, from thy free bounty,
Fill their basket and their store;
Give them, with their health and plenty,
Hearts thy goodness to adore.
e 7 Often, from their happy dwelling,
May the voice of prayer ascend,
For thy mercies still increasing,
To their best, their kindest Friend.
-8 Through this life's tempestuous ocean,
Storms are thick, and dangers nigh;
O may constant pure devotion
Guide them safe to realms on high.
e 9 When by death's cold hand divided, Which dissolves the tenderest ties;
-By thy grace again united,
May they in thine image rise.
o 10 Come, thou condescending Jesus,
Fill our hearts with songs of praise;
Come, and with thy presence bless us,
Make us subjects of thy grace.
ATHER of men, thy care we bless,
Which crowns our families with peace
From thee they sprung, and by thy hand
Their root and branches are sustained.
e 2 To God, most worthy to be praised,
Be our domestic altars raised;
Who, Lord of heaven, scorns not to dwell
With saints in their obscurest cell.
-3 To thee may each united House,
Morning and night, present its vows;
Our servants here, and rising race,
Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace.
o 4 O may each future age proclaim
The honours of thy glorious name;
g While pleased, and thankful, we remove
To join the family above.
HYMN 199. L. M. Portugal. [*]
A Morning Hymn.
1AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
e 2 Lord, I my vows to thee renew!
Scatter my sins like morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
-3 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.
o 4 Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below:
Praise him above, angelic host ;-
g Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN 200. 7s. Pleyel's. [*]
A Morning Hymn.
TOW the shades of night are gone;
Now the morning light is come
Lord, may we be thine to-day;
Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,
Banish doubt, and cleanse our sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,
Help us labour, help us pray.
3 Keep our haughty passions bound; Save us from our foes around;
Going out, and coming in,
Keep us safe from every sin.
4 When our work of life is past, O receive us then at last!
o Night of sin will be no more,
When we reach the heavenly shore.
HYMN 201. L. M. Worship. Sicilian. [*]
LORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own Almighty wings.
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 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 O let my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close;
Sleep that shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God, when I awake.
5 If 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.
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.
HYMN 202. 8s. Bethany. [*]
An Evening Hymn.
NSPIRER and Hearer of prayer,
Thou Feeder and Guardian of thine;
My all to thy covenant care,
I, sleeping or waking, resign.
o 2 If thou art my shield and mv sun,
The night is no darkness to me;
And fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.
e 3 A sovereign Protector I have,
Unseen, yet forever at hand;
Unchangeably faithful to save,
Almighty to rule and command.
-4 From evil secure, and its dread,
I rest, if my Saviour be nigh;
And songs his kind presence indeed,
Shall in the night season supply.
o 5 His smiles and his comforts abound,
His grace as the dew shall descend;
o And wells of salvation surround,
The soul he delights to defend.
HYMN 203. C. M. Barby. [*]
A Hymn for Morning or Evening.
N thee, each morning, O my God,
My waking thoughts attend;
In whom are founded all my hopes,
In whom my wishes end.
e 2 My soul in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;
-And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares
The sacrifice of praise.
e 3 When evening slumbers press my eyes,
With thy protection blest;
b In peace and safety I commit
My weary limbs to rest.
o 4 My spirit in thy hands secure,
Fears no approaching ill;
For whether waking, or asleep,
Thou, Lord, art with me still.
o 5 Then will I daily to the world
Thy wondrous acts proclaim;
Whilst all with me shall praise and sing,
And bless the sacred Name.
e 6 At morn, at noon, at night I'll still
Thy growing work pursue;
8 And thee alone will praise, to whom Eternal praise is due.
HYMN 204. L. P. M. Devotion.
Dependence and Enjoyment. Rom. xiv. 8.-Morning or Evening.
W The morning light salutes my eyes,
THEN, streaming from the eastern skies
O Sun of Righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.
2 When, to heaven's great and glorious King,
My morning sacrifice I bring;
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name;
Then, JESUS, sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God.
3 As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares;
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend:
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy great example mine.
4 When pain transfixes every part,
And languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseased, oppressed,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
O great Physician! see my grief,
And grant thy servant sweet relief.
5 Should poverty's consuming blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low;
And neither help, nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Lord, pity, and supply my need,
For thou on earth wast poor indeed.
6 Should Providence profusely pour
Its various blessings in my store;
O keep me from the ills that wait
On such a seeming prosperous state;
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with thee.
7 When each day's scenes and labours close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
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