5 My supplicating voice

Unwearied I will raise;

Say to thy servant's soul," Rejoice,"
And fill my mouth with praise.

HYMN 362. C. M.

In a Thunder Storm.

1 LET coward guilt, with pallid fear,
To sheltering caverns fly,
And justly dread the vengeful fate
That thunders through the sky.

2 Protected by that hand whose law
The threatening storms obey,
Intrepid virtue smiles secure
As in the blaze of day.

3 In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom, The lightning's lurid glare,

It views the same all-gracious Power,
That breathes the vernal air.

4 Through nature's ever-varying scene,
By different ways pursued,

The one eternal end of Heaven
Is universal good;

-5 With like beneficent effect
O'er flaming ether glows,

As when it tunes the linnet's voice,
And blushes in the rose.

6 When through creation's vast expanse,
The last dread thunders roll,
Untune the concord of the spheres,
And shake the guilty soul:

7 Unmoved may we the final storm
Of jarring worlds survey,
That ushers in the tranquil morn
Of life's eternal day.

HYMN 363. C. M.

Hymn for the Mariner or Traveller. Ps. cvii. 1 LET Songs of praise from all below To thee, O God, ascend, Whose bounties unexhausted flow, Whose mercies know no end.

2 But chief by them that debt be paid,
'Midst dangers circling round,
Who still in thine almighty aid
Have sure protection found.

3 The wandering exile, doomed to stray
O'er many a desert wide;
Who fearless takes his lonely way,
With thee his guard, and guide:-

4 The sailor on the swelling sea,
When storms impending lower,

Or tempests rage; who trusts in thee,
And owns thy mighty power :-

5 The wretch, who pressed by countless woes, That no cessation see,

Still bids his steadfast hope repose,
Almighty Lord, on thee;

6 All, all shall join to bless thy name,
Whose heavenly aid they prove;
As all have felt, let all proclaim
Thy goodness, power, and love!

HYMN 364. L. M.

The daily Goodness of God.

1 MY GOD! how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new ;
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 O let thy love surround me still;
O let thy truth my heart employ,
And bring me to thine holy hill,
My portion and my endless joy!

4 I yield my powers to thy command;
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

HYMN 365. L. M.

Guidance through the Duties of the Day implored. Ps. xix.

1 GOD of the morning! at thy voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice

To run his journey through the skies.

2 From the fair chambers of the east The circuit of his race begins;

And without weariness or rest,

Round the whole world he flies and shines.

3 Thus like the sun may I fulfil
Th' appointed duties of the day;
With ready mind and active will,
March on and keep my heavenly way.

4 Lord! thy commands are clear and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes;

Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.

5 Give me thy counsel for my guide,
And then receive me to thy bliss:
Let all desires and hopes beside
Be faint and cold compared with this.

HYMN 366. L. M.

A Morning Hymn.

1 WITH sleep's oblivion o'er me spread, I safely passed the silent night:

Again I see the breaking shade,
I drink again the morning light.

2 New-born, I bless the waking hour;
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be ;
My conscious soul resumes her power,
And springs, my guardian God! to thee.
3 O guide me through the various maze
My doubtful feet are doomed to tread;
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze
Where dangers press around my head.
4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress;
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.

5 That deeper shade shall break away,
That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes:
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the rapture of the skies.

HYMN 367. C. M.

A Morning Hymn.

1 TO THEE let my first offerings rise,
Whose sun creates my day,

Swift as his gladdening influence flies,
And spotless as his ray.

2 This day thy favouring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchsafed before;