I H Y M N 301: How Jesus hath thee fed ; The true and living bread. 2 I love my Saviour Christ; His grace did freely move, I cannot help but love. I gladly thee adore : But love thee more and more. 4 O raise my feeble flame; My little stock improve : And change me all to love. HYMN 302 ur lives, our blood, we here present, If for thy fake they may be spent; Fulfil thy sov'reign counsel, LORD, Thy will be done, thy name ador'd.. 2 Give us thy strength, thou God of pow'r; Then let men scorn, and Satan roar; HYMN 303. Each other's cross to bear; And feel another's care. Our little stock improve ; And perfect us in love. 3 Then, when the mighty work is wrought, Receive thy ready bride With all the sanctify'd. ; I Rise, my soul, adore thy Maker; Angels praise join thy lays, With them be partaker: 2 Sov'reign Lord of ev'ry spirit, In 'thy light lead me right, it. Thro' my Saviour's merit. 3 Thou this night waft my protector, With me stay all this day, Ever my director, 4 Leave me not, but ever love me ; Let thy peace be my bliss, Till thou hence remove me. 5 Holy, holy, holy Giver Of all good, life and food, Reign ador'd for ever. 6 Glory, honour, thanks, and blessing, One in Three, give we thee, Never, never ceasing. H Y M N 305 EVENING. 1 E RE I feep for ev'ry favour This day shew'd me by my God, I will bless my Saviour. 2 O my Lord! what shall I render To thy name, still the fame, Gracious, good and tender. 3 Leave me not, but ever love me; Let thy peace be my bliss, Till thou hence remove me, 4 Vifit me with thy falvation; Let thy care now be near, habitacion. 5 Thou, my rock, my guard, my tow'r, Safely keep, while I sleep, Round my 6 And, whene'er in death I number, Let me rise with the wise, HYMN 306. EVENING. DRE READ Sovereign let my evening song Like holy incense rise ; To reach the lofty skies. Thy Hand was still my guard, Thy mercy stood prepar'd. Incompass me around; Hath my Creator found? To save my wretched soul? Fast as my minutes roll ! 5 LORD, with this guilty heart of mine To thy dear crofs I fee, To be renew'd by thee. 6 Sprinkled afresh with pard’ning blood, I lay me down to rest, Or on my Saviour's breast. HY M N. 307 THE SAME, Dear Saviour, till the break of day ; And I'll go on with thee. HYMN 308. MORNIN G. I A WAKE, my soul, and with the sun ; To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Redeem thy mis-spent time that's past, Live this day as if 'twere thy last ; 'Gainst the great day thyself preparé. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noon-day clear ; Think how th' all-feeing God thy ways, And all thy fecret thoughts surveys. |