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5 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.

Steele.

336. An Evening Song. C. M.

1 Dread Sov’reign, let my evening song
Like holy incense rise;
Assist the offerings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

2 Through all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard;
And still to drive my wants away,
Thy mercy stood prepar'd.

3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around,
But O how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found!

4 What have I done for Him who died
To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiplied
Fast as my minutes roll!
5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine
To thy dear cross I flee,
And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew’d by thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood,
I lay me down to rest,
As in the embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breast. Watts.

337. An Evening Song. L. M.

1 Thus far the Lord hath led me on,
Thus far his pow'r prolongs my days,
And ev'ry ev'ning 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 In vain the sons of earth or hell
Tell me a thousand frightful things;
My God in safety makes me dwell
Beneath the shadow of his wings.

5 Faith in his name forbids my fear;
O may thy presence ne'er depart,
And in the morning make me hear
The love and kindness of thy heart.

6 Thus when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb With sweet salvation in the sound. Watts. 338. An Evening Song. C. M. 1 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray; I am for ever thine; 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 bed With my own heart and thee. 3 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.

Watts. 339. On Going to Rest. S. M. 1 The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear; Oh, may we all remember well The night of death draws near.

2 We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest; So death will soon disrobe us all Of what is here possess'd. so 3 Lord, keep us safe this might, Secure from all our fears; May angels guard us while we sleep, Till morning light appears. 4 And when we early rise, And view the unwearied sun, | May we set out to win the prize, And after glory run. 5 And when our days are past, And we from time remove, 0, may we in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love.

340. Song for Morning or Evening. L. M.

1 My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are every evening new; so And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers,

3 I yield my powers to thy command; To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thy hand

Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Watts,

SOCIAL WORSHIP.

341. For the Spirit's Influence. C. M.

1 In thy great name, O Lord, we come
To worship at thy feet;
O pour thy Holy Spirit down
On all that now shall meet.

2 We come to hear Jehovah speak,
To hear the Saviour's voice:
Thy face and favor, Lord, we seek;
Now make our hearts rejoice.

3 Teach us to pray, and praise, and hear,
And understand thy word;
To feel thy blissful presence near,
And trust our living Lord.

4 Here let thy power and grace be felt,
Thy love and mercy known;
The icy heart, blest Saviour, melt,
And break the heart of stone.

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