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HYMN 303.

ELP us to help each other, LORD,
Each other's cross to bear;
Let each his friendly aid afford,
And feel another's care.

2 Help us to build each other up,
Our little stock improve;

Increase our faith, confirm our hope,
And perfect us in love.

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3 Then, when the mighty work is wrought, Receive thy ready bride;

Give us in heav'n a happy lot,
With all the fanctify'd.

HYMN 304.


RISE, my foul, adore thy Maker;
Angels praife join thy lays,
:. With them be partaker.

2 Sov'reign LORD of ev'ry fpirit, In thy light lead me right, Thro' my Saviour's merit.

3 Thou this night waft my protector,
With me ftay all this day,
Ever my director.

4 Leave me not, but ever love me;
Let thy peace be my blifs,
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 bleffing,
One in Three, give we thee,
Never, never ceafing.

HYMN 305.


1 FREI fleep for ev'ry favour

This day fhew'd me by my GoD,
I will bless my Saviour.

2 O my LORD! what fhall I render To thy name, ftill the fame, Gracious, good and tender.

3 Leave me not, but ever love me;
Let thy peace be my blifs,
Till thou hence remove me.

4 Vifit me with thy falvation; Let thy care now be near, Round my habitation.

5 Thou, my rock, my guard, my towʼr, Safely keep, while I fleep,

Me, with all thy pow'r.


6 And, whene'er in death I slumber, Let me rife with the wife, Counted in their number.

HYMN 306.



D READ Sovereign let my evening fong
Like holy incense rise;

Affift the offerings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

2 Thro' all the dangers of the day
Thy Hand was ftill my guard,
And ftill to drive my wants away,
Thy mercy stood prepar'd.

3 Perpetual bleffings from above,
Incompass me around;

But O how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found?

4 What have I done for him that dy'd
To fave my wretched foul?
How are my follies multiply'd,
Faft as my minutes roll!

5 LORD, with this guilty heart of mine To thy dear crofs I flee,

And to thy grace my foul refign,
To be renew'd by thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood,

I lay me down to rest,
As in th' embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breaft.

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HYMN. 307.

No farther go to-night, but stay,
Dear Saviour, till the break of day;
Turn in, dear LORD, with me:
And in the morning when I wake,
Me in thine arms, my Jesus, take,
And I'll go on with thee.

HYMN 308.



WAKE, my foul, and with the fun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull floth, and early rise To pay thy morning facrifice.

2 Redeem thy mis-fpent time that's past, Live this day as if 'twere thy last; T" improve thy talents take due care, 'Gainft the great day thyfelf 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 furveys.

4 Glory to God, who fafe hath kept, And hath refresh'd me while I flept; Grant, LORD, when I from death shall wake,

I of endless life partake.


5 Direct, controul, fuggeft this day,
All I defign, or do, or fay;

That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy fole glory may unite.

6 Praise GOD, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heav'nly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.




G LORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the bleffings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own almighty wings.

2 Forgive me, LORD, for thy dear Son,
Whatever ills this day I've done ;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I fleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my
Teach me to die, that fo I may
Triumphing rife at the laft day.

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