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5 Pity the day of feeble things;
O gather every halting soul;
For the lambs of the flock.
AUTHOR of faith, we seek thy face
Confirm, and strengthen them in grace,
2 Thou seest their wants, thou know'st their names;
Be mindful of thy youngest care;
For the peace of Jerusalem.
2 Regard our prayers for Zion's peace;
4 Help us to make our calling sure;
5 Take the dear purchase of thy blood;Thy blood shall wash us white as snow: Present us sanctified to God,
And perfected in love below.
For the coming of Christ's kingdom.
Let every understanding mind
2 To know thy nature and thy name,
S Thy kingdom come, with power and grace,
Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness,
4 The righteousness that never ends, But makes an end of sin
The joy that human thought transcends-
For the waters of salvation.
FOUNTAIN of life, to all below
Water, replenish, and o'erflow
2 Into that happy number, Lord,
3 Turn back our nature's rapid tide, And we shall flow to thee,
While down the stream of time we glide
4 The well of life to us thou art,-
5 We soon shall reach the boundless sea; Into thy fulness fall;
Be lost and swallow'd up in thee,-
Rejoicing at the return of the Sabbath.
My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
Nor would receive another guest:
And reign sole monarch in my breast. 3 O bid this trifling world retire,
And drive each carnal thought away; Nor let me feel one vain desire,
One sinful thought, through all the day. 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing,The wonders of thy love declare,
And join the strains which angels sing. 595
Sunday morning: Preparing for public worship. ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
3 Thou art a God before whose sight
50 may thy Spirit guide my feet
And, fill'd with love and fear, adore The awful Sov'reign of the skies, Whose mercy lends thee one day more. 2 And may this day, indulgent Power, Not idly pass, nor fruitless be; But may each swiftly passing hour Still nearer bring my soul to thee. 597
Morning: Sacrifice of praise and prayer.
AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
3 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
Morning: The Lord is my portion. GOD, my God, my all thou art: Ere shines the dawn of rising day, Thy sov'reign light within my heart, Thy all-enliv'ning power, display.
2 For thee my thirsty soul doth pant,
4 More dear than life itself, thy love
5 In blessing thee with grateful songs,