Night unto night his name repeats, Wide as the heavens on which he site 3 'Tis He supports my mortal frame; 4 O God! let all my hours 'be thine, Then shall my sun in smiles decline, HYMN 139.-C. M. LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray, I am for ever I fear before thee all the day, 2 And while I rest my weary head, 8 I pay this evening sacrifice; And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies 4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace, I'll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, HYMN 140.-L. M. WEET is the work, my God, my King, To show thy love by morning light, 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, 3 When grace has purifi'd my heart, 4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know HYMN 141.-S. M. WELCOME sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; 2 The King himself comes near, 8 One day in such a place Where thou, my God, art seen, Is sweeter than ten thousand days, Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay HYMN 142.-C. M. HAT awful day will surely come, When I must stand before my judge the solemn test. And pass Jesus, thou source of all my joyı, How could I bear to hear thy voice, The thunder of that awful word, What, to be banish'd from my Lord, O wretched state of deep despair, HYMN 143.-C. M. MY God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, In darkest shades, if thou appear, Thou art my soul's bright morning stae, And thou my rising sun. The op'ning heavens around me shine 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, Fearless of hell and ghastly death, HYMN 144.--L. M. Fold, O Lord, by cliff or stream, Creation's works the primal theme |