HYMN XIII.

The fame.

OME, let us adore.

The Lord's gracious Hand,

(Our great GOVERNOR)
Who gave a Command
And Charge to his Angels
To watch round our Bed,
To guard us from Evils,
From Dangers and Dread.
Our Shepherd alone

The Lord let us blefs,
Who reigns on the Throne

The Prince of our Peace;

Who evermore faves us

By fhedding his Blood; All hail, holy Jefus,

Our Lord and our God!
We daily will fing

Thy Merits, thy Praise,
Thou merciful Spring
Of Pity and Grace:
Thy Kindness for ever

To men we will tell;
And say, our dear Saviour
Redeems us from Hell.

Preferve us in Love,

While here we abide;

Nor ever remove,

Nor cover, nor hide, Thy glorious Salvation; Till joyful we fee The Cautiful Vifion Completed in thee.

The

HYMN XIV.

The fame.

HRIST whofe Glory fills the Skies;

C Christ, the true, the only Light;

Sun of Righteousness arise,

Triumph o'er the Shades of Night.
Day-Spring from on high be near,
Day-Star in our Hearts appear.

Dark and chearless is the Morn,
Unaccompany'd by thee;
Joylefs is the Day's Return,

'Till thy Mercy's Beams we fee:
Lord, thy inward Light impart,
Glad our Eyes, and warm each Heart.

Vifit ev'ry Soul of thine,

Pierce the Gloom of Sin and Grief; Fill with Radiancy divine,

Scatter all our Unbelief: More and me thyfelf display,

Shining to the perfect Day.

T

HYMN XV.

Evening WORSHIP.

HE Saviour who us kept to Day,

The Lamb who takes our Sins away,

Our thankful Souls fhall blefs;

Thou worthy art, O Son of God,
Of endless Praife; for in thy Blood
Saints fweetly rest in Peace.

We'll

We'll lay us down, and thou, our Lord,
With all thy Angels us wilt guard;
Our Souls to thee we truft:
Thou fhalt (for thou art able ) keep
Our Souls among the Fellowship
Of Saints through thee made juft.

N

HYMN XVI.

The fame.

WOW, from the Altar of our Hearts,
Let Incense-Flames arise;

Affift us, Lord, to offer up

Our Evening-Sacrifice.

Awake our Love, awake our Joy,
Awake our Heart and Tongue;
Sleep not when Mercies loudly call,
Break forth into a Song.

Minutes and Mercies multiply'd,
Have made up all this Day;

Minutes came quick, but Mercies were
More fleet and free than they.

New Time, new Favour, and new Joys,
Do a new Song require;

Till we shall praife thee as we would,
Accept our Heart's Defire.

Lord of our Time, whofe Hand hath fet
New Time upon our Score;

Thee may we praife for all our Time,
When Time shall be no more!

Morn

HYMN XVII.

Morning or Evening.

God, how endless is thy Love!
Thy Gifts are every Ev'ning new;
And Morning Mercies from above,
Gently diffil like early Dew.

Thou fpread'ft the Curtain of the Night,
Great Guardian of our fleeping Hours;
Thy Sov'reign Word reftores the Light,
And quickens all our drowsy Pow'rs.

We yield our Pow'rs to thy Command,
To thee we confecrate our Days;
Perpetual Bleffings from thine Hand
Demand perpetual Songs of Praife.

HYMN XVIII.

On the LORD'S DAY.

THIS is the Day the Lord hath made,

He calls the Hours his own;

Let Heav'n rejoice, let Earth be glad,
And Praise furround the Throne.

To-day Chrift rofe, and left the Dead,
And Satan's Empire fell;

To-day the Saints his Triumphs fpread,
And all his Wonders tell.

Hofannah to th' anointed King,

To David's holy Son!

Help us, O Lord, defcend, and bring

Salvation from thy Throne.
C

Hofanna,

Hofanna, in the highest Strafns
The Church on Earth can raife!
The highest Heav'ns in which he reigns
Shall give him nobler Praise.

W

HYMN XIX.

The fame.

Elcome fweet Day of Reft,
That faw the Lord arife;
Welcome to this reviving Breaft
And these rejoicing Eyes!

The King himself comes near,
And feafts his Saints to day:
Here we may fit, and fee him here,
And love, and praife, and pray.

One Day amidst the Place

Where our dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand Days Of pleasurable Sin.

Bid, Lord, our Souls to ftay

In fuch a Frame as this,

And when thou call'ft for them away,

Waft them to endless Blifs.

WEET is the Work, O God, our King,

To praise thy Name, give Thanks, and fing:

To fhew thy Love by Morning Light,

And talk of all thy Truth by Night.

Sweet