Still may if lead, protect, supply,
And I that hand adore.
3 If good thy providence impart,
For which resigned I pray,
I
Give me to feel the grateful heart,
And without guilt be gay.
4 Affliction should thy love intend,
As sin or folly's cure;
Patient to gain that blessed end,
May I the means endure.
5 If bright or cloudy scenes await,
Some profit let me gain,
That heaven nor high, nor low estate,
May send to me in vain.
6 Be this and every future day
Still wiser than the past;
That from the whole of life's survey,
I may find peace at last.
HYMN 368. L. M.
A Morning Hymn.
1 AWAKE, my soul! and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 By influence of the light divine
Let thine own light to others shine;
Reflect all heaven's propitious rays,
In ardent love and cheerful praise.
3 Lord! I my vows to thee renew,
Scatter my sins as morning dew ;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
4 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
5 All praise to thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept ;
O grant when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
Morning or Evening Hymn.
1 LORD of my life! each morn on thee
My waking thoughts attend;
In thee are founded all my hopes,
In thee my wishes end.
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;
And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares
A sacrifice of praise.
3 God leads me through the maze of sleep, And brings me safe to light;
And, with the same paternal care,
Conducts my steps till night.
4 When evening slumbers press my eyes,
With his protection blest,
In peace and safety I commit
My weary limbs to rest.
5 My spirit in his hand secure,
Fears no approaching ill;
For, whether waking or asleep,
Thou, Lord, art with me still.
6 O let this day each hour correct
The follies of the past,
And such may all its actions be,
As would adorn the last.
1 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 whate'er I've said or done
Or felt or thought this day that's wrong;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, e'er 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 Serene behold the judgment day. 4 O may my soul on thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close ;
Sleep, that shall me more active make
My God to serve, when I awake.
5 If death itself my sleep invade,
Why should I be of death afraid?
Protected by thy powerful arm,
Though he may strike, he cannot harm.
6 For death is life, and labour rest,
If with thy gracious presence blest:
Then welcome sleep or death to me,
I'm still secure, for still with thee.
1 THUS far, thou, Lord! hast led me on;
Thus far thy power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of thy grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I perhaps am near my home;
Thou wilt forgive my follies past,
And give me strength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow of my head;
Thine ever-watchful eye shall keep
Its constant guard around my bed.
4 Faith in thy name forbids my fear:
O may thy presence ne'er depart !
And in the morning may I bear
Thy loving-kindness on my heart!
5 Thus when the night of death shall come, My frame shall rest beneath the ground; And wait thy voice to break my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.
HYMN 372. 7s. M.
Meditations in the Night Season. Ps. lxiii. 6.
1 WHAT though downy slumbers flee,
Strangers to my couch and me;
While with God's protection blest,
Cares and fears ne'er haunt my breast.
2 While the empress of the night.
Scatters mild her silver light;
While the vivid planets stray
Various through their mystic way:
3 While the stars unnumbered roll
Round the ever-constant pole;
Far above these spangled skies,
All my soul to God shall rise.
4 'Midst the silence of the night
Mingling with those angels bright,
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