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3 I yield my powers to thy command;
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.


Ps. 4: 8.

HUS far the Lord has led me on;
power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 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.
3 I lay my body down to sleep;

Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well-appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 Faith in thy name forbids my fear;

Oh, may thy presence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear

The love and kindness of thy heart.


"Thy sleep shall be sweet.' Prov. 3: 23, 24. MRS. STEELE,
REAT God! to thee my evening song

Oh, let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.


2 My days, unclouded as they pass,
And every gently rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,

And witness to thy love and power.

3 Seal my forgiveness in the blood

Of Jesus; his dear name alone
I plead for pardon, gracious God!
And kind acceptance at thy throne.

4 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close;
With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,

And wake with praises to thy name!



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Psalm 5.

LORD! in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;

I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.


5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

"In the secret of thy presence." Ps. 31: 20. AR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far:


From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.



2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow thee.

3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,

Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God!

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.

5 Author and Guardian of my life!
Sweet Source of light divine,
And-all harmonious names in one-
My Saviour!-thou art mine!

2 I love, in solitude, to shed
The penitential tear;
And all his promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.

139. "When evening was come, he was alone." Matt. 14: 23. Mrs. Brown.

LOVE to steal, awhile, away

care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer.

3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore;
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

4 I love, by faith, to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day!



Mark 1: 35;-6: 46-51.


the ear,

OW sweet the melting lay,
Which breaks upon
When at the hour of rising day
Christians unite in prayer!

2 The breezes waft their cries
Up to Jehovah's throne;
He listens to their humble sighs,
And sends his blessings down.

4 Then left his vigil there,

Came down upon the wave:
So come to us while we toil here,
And storms shall cease to rave!

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3 So Jesus rose to pray

Before the morning light;
Once on the chilling mount did stay,
And wrestle all the night;-

141. Evening, morning, and at noon."



Ps 55: 17. MONTGOMERY.

NOME, at the morning hour,

pray Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff To walk with God all day.

2 At noon, beneath the Rock

Of ages, rest and pray;
Sweet is that shelter from the sun
In weary heat of day.

3 At evening in thy home,
Around its altar, pray;
And finding there the house of God,
With heaven then close the day.

4 When midnight vails our eyes,
Oh, it is sweet to say,

I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord,
With thee to watch and pray.




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"Abide with us." Luke 24: 29.


BIDE with me! fast falls the even-tide,
The darkness deepens-Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me!
3 I need thy presence every passing hour,

What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!

4 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!


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