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Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound;

Wide as the heavens on which he site
To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis He supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins might rouse his wrath to flame,
But yet his wrath delays.

4 O God! let all my hours 'be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light;

Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasing night.

HYMN 139.-C. M.

LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray,

I am for ever

I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.

2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,
"Tis sweet conversing on my bead
With my own heart and thee.

8 I pay this evening sacrifice; And when my work is done,

Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to

peace,

I'll give mine eyes to sleep;

Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

HYMN 140.-L. M.

WEET is the work, my God, my King,

To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth by night,

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast,
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!

3 When grace has purifi'd my heart,
Then I shall share a glorious part,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil to cheer my head.

4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desir'd or wish'd below;
And ev'ry hour find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy..

HYMN 141.-S. M.

WELCOME sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

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
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away,
To everlasting bliss.

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,
Thou ruler of my heart,

How could I bear to hear thy voice,
Pronounce the sound, "depart !"

The thunder of that awful word,
Would so torment my car,
'Twould tear my soul asunder Lord,
With most tormenting fear.

What, to be banish'd from my Lord,
And yet forbid to die!
To linger in eternal pain,
And death forever fly.

O wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love?

HYMN 143.-C. M.

MY God, the spring of all my joys,

The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights,

In darkest shades, if thou appear,
My dawning is begun ;

Thou art my soul's bright morning stae, And thou my rising sun.

The op'ning heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
If Jesus show his mercy mine,
And whisper I am bis.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way,
To see and praise my Lord.

Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd brake through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Would bear me conqu'rer through.

HYMN 144.--L. M.
Dedication Hymn.

Fold, O Lord, by cliff or stream,
In glen or mount, thy name
prais'd,

Creation's works the primal theme
Of Shepherds, as to heaven they g

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