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l'he Father mild inclinés his ear,

And spares us yet another year, 4 Jesus, thy speaking blood

From God obtain'd the grace,
Who therefore hath bestow'd

On us a longer space:
'Thou didst in our behalf appear,

And lo, we see another year! 5 Then dig about our root,

Break up our fallow ground,
And let our gracious fruit

To thy great praise abound;
O let us all thy praise declare,
And fruit unto perfection bear.

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P. M. 611.

Morning Song. 1 ONCE more my eyes behold the day,

And to my God my soui would pay
Its tributary lays:
O may the life preserv'd by thee,
With all its powers and blessings, be

Devoted to thy praise.
2 Beneath the shadow of thy wings,
Israel's great keeper, King of kings,

My weary head found rest:
No dire alarms or tracking pains,
Devouring flames or galling chains,

Disturb’d my peaceful breast. 3 How many, since I laid me down, Have launch'd into a world unknown,

To meet a dreadful doom:
While some on wat'iy billows tost,
Or wand'ring on an unknown coast,

Have sigh'd in vain for home. * But I am spar'd to see thy face, A monument of saving grace,

And live to praise thy name:
Still be thou near, my gracious Lord,
To kcep and guide, and by thy word

Peace to my soul proclaim.
5 Let me enjoy thy presence here,
In ev'ry storm my heart to cheer,

Till thou shalt bid me rise,
Where sin and sorrow never come,
Till at my blest eternal home
I wake in sweet surprise.

(398.) L. M. 612. God renews his mercies morning and

evening. 1 My God, how endless is thy love!

Thy gifts arc every evening new; And morning mercies from above

Gently descend like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the niglat,

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours! Thy sov’reign word restores the light,

Ånd quickens all my drowsy powers. (3 I yield myself to thy command;

To thee devote my nights and days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual hymns of praise.

L. M. 613.

A Morning Hymn. Psalm xix. 5. 8. and lxxiii. 24. 25. · GOD of the morning, at whose voice

The cheerful sun makes haste to rise
And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies;

From the fair chambers of the east
The circuit of his race begins,
And without weariness or rest,
Round the whole earth he Aies and shines:

3 O 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.
But I shall rove and lose tlre race,
If God my sun should disappeal,
And leave me in this world's wild maze

To follow every wandering star, 5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,

Enlightening our beclouded eyes,
Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure,

Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 6 Give me thy counsels for my guide,

And then receive me to thy bliss;
All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold compar'd with this.

C. M. 614.

A Morning Song
ONCE more, my soul, the rising day

Salutes thy waking eyes,
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay

To him that rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats,

The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heaven on which he sits

To turn the season's round.
S 'Tis he supports my mortal frame,

My tongue shall speak his praise:
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,

And yet his wrath delays. [On a poor worm thy power might tread,

And I could ne'er withstand; Thy justice might have crush'd me dead

But mercy held thine hand. 5 A thousand wretched souls are lieu Since the last setting sun,


And yet thou longtli’nest out my thread,

And yet my moments run.]
o Dear God, let all my hours be thine

Whilst I enjoy the light,
Then shall my sun in smiles declines

And bring a pleasant night. 615.

(399.) C. M.
Hymn for morning and evening.
HOSANNAHI with a cheerful sound

To God's upholding hand!
Ten thousand snares our path surround,

And yct secure we stand.
2 How wondrous is that mighty power

, Which form'd us with a word! And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour';

We lean upon the Lord.
3 The ev’ning rests our weary liead,

And mercy guards the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed

That was not macle our tomb.
The rising morn cannot assure,

That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door,

To take our lives away.
5 God is our sun, whose daily light

Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble frame lies safe at night
Beneath his shady wings.

C. M. 616.

Praise to God in the morning.
LORD of my life! O may thy praise

Employ my noblest pow'rs,
Whose goodness lengthens out my daye,

And fills the circling hours! 2 Preserv'd by thy almighty arm,

I pass the shades of night,


Serene and safe from ev'ry harm,

And see returning ligkt.
3 While niany spent the night in sighs,

And restless pains and woes,
In gentle sleep I clos'd my eyes

And undisturlı'd repose. 4 When sleep, death's semblance, o'er me spread,

And I unconscious lay;
Thy watchful care was round my bed

To guard my feeble clay.
5 () let the same almighty care

My waking hours attend:
From ev'ry trespass, every snare,

My heedless steps defend.
6 Smile on my minutes as they roll,

And guide my future days; And let thy goodness fill my soul With gratitude and praise.

(401.) L. M. The morning' emblematic of eterna. day I sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I safely pass'd 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 pow'r,

And springs, my guardian God! to thee. 3 O guide me through the various maze

My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze,

Where daugers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade shall soon inipend;

A deeper sleep my eyes oppress:
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.



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