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 GLORY 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.
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,
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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