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9 GOD of my life, with grateful heart,
My ev'ning song I raise;
But O Thy thousand, thousand gifts
Exceed my highest praise.

2 What shall I render for the care
Which me this day has kept?
A thankful heart is all I have,
And that Thou wilt accept.

3 What sins and follies, holy God,
I may this day have done,

I would confess with grief, and pray
For pardon through Thy Son.

10 HEAR me, O God, when near Thy throne My earnest cries ascend;

I plead Thy righteousness alone,
And on Thy grace depend.

2 Oft has that grace enlarg'd my heart,
Distress'd with anxious care:

Again Thy mercy, Lord, impart;
Again regard my prayer:

3 When night's dark shades are round me spread,
My ways I would rehearse,
In silent stillness on my bed,

And with my heart converse:

4 Safe in Thy shelt'ring care I trust
To sleep, my weary eyes:

And safe in death, my slumb'ring dust
Shall rest, again to rise.

7 SUN of my soul! Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
Oh! may no earth-born cloud arise,
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep,
My wearied eyelids gently steep,

Be my last thought-How sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast!

3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

4 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till, in the ocean of Thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

8 THRO' the day Thy love hath spared us;
Now we lay us down to rest;
Through the silent watches guard us;
Let no foe our peace molest;
Jesus, now our Guardian be;

Sweet it is to trust in Thee.

2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers;
In Thine arms may we repose,
And when life's sad day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last.

9 GOD of my life, with grateful heart,
My ev'ning song I raise;
But O Thy thousand, thousand gifts
Exceed my highest praise.

2 What shall I render for the care
Which me this day has kept?
A thankful heart is all I have,
And that Thou wilt accept.

3 What sins and follies, holy God,
I may this day have done,

I would confess with grief, and pray
For pardon through Thy Son.

10 HEAR me, O God, when near Thy throne My earnest cries ascend;

I plead Thy righteousness alone,
And on Thy grace depend.

2 Oft has that grace enlarg'd my heart,
Distress'd with anxious care:

Again Thy mercy, Lord, impart;
Again regard my prayer:

3 When night's dark shades are round me spread,
My ways I would rehearse,
In silent stillness on my bed,

And with my heart converse:

4 Safe in Thy shelt'ring care I trust
To sleep, my weary eyes:

And safe in death, my slumb'ring dust
Shall rest, again to rise.

11 GLO

LORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light!
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own almighty wings.

2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live—that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die-that so I may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

4 O may my soul on Thee repose,

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,-
Sleep that may me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.

5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

ADVENT.

12 NOTHING know we of the season
When the world shall pass away,

But we know the saints have reason
To expect a glorious day,

When the Saviour will return,
And his people cease to mourn.

2 O what sacred joys await them:
They shall see the Saviour then :
Those who now oppose and hate him,
Never can oppose again.
Brethren! let us think of this:
All is ours if we are his.

3 Waiting for our Lord's returning,
Be it ours his word to keep;
Let our lamps be always burning,
Let us watch while others sleep:
Be no longer of the night,

Walk as children of the light.

13 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long!

Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

2 He comes the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

3 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of His grace,
To enrich the humble poor.

4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,
The welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved Name.

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