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Wide as the beaven on which he sits
To turn the season's round.
'Tis be supports my mortal frame,
My tongue shall speak bis praise ;
And yet his wrath delays.
And I could ne'er withstand ;
But mercy held thine hand.
Since the last setting sun,
And yet my moments run.
Whilst I enjoy the light,
And bring a pleasant night.
GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
That with the world, myself and thee,
FOR all the blessings of this day,
Preserver of the ransom'd race,
Providence. DREAD Sov’reign, let my evening song,
Like holy incense rise :
To reach the lofty skies.
Thy hand has been my guard ;
Thy mercy stood prepared.
Encompass me around;
Hath my Creator found!
To save my wretched soul?
Fast as my moments roll!
To thy dear cross I flee,
To be renew'd by thee.
Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood
I lay me down to rest ;
As on my Saviour's breast. 399 warmwanan
Peru. THUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.' Much of my time has run to waste,
And I perhaps am near my home; But he forgives my follies past,
He gives me strength for days to come. I lay my hody down to sleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head, While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations' round my bed. In vain the sons of earth or hell
Tell me a thousand frightful things; My God in safety makes me dwell
Beneath the shadow of his wings. 400 sonrannarar
Smyrna. HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand,
And yet secure we stand.
That raised us with a word,
And every day and every hour
We lean upon the Lord.
To God's revenging law;
In every gasp we draw.
Our joy and safety brings;
Beneath his shady wings. 401
Frome. TO heaven I lift my waiting eyes,
There all my hopes are laid :
Is my perpetual aid.
Whom he designs to keep;
His eyes can never sleep.
With his almighty arm,
Against surprising barm.
Thy keeper is the Lord ;
For thine eternal guard.