JNO. R. SWENEY, WM. J. KIRKPATRICK, AND H. L. GILMOUR. "Upon them hath the light shined." -Is. ix. 2. PHILADELPHIA: Published by JOHN J. HOOD, 1024 Arch St. TO PRINT, for sale or otherwise, any copyright hymn of this collection, unless written permission shall have been obtained, will be deemed an infringement of copyright. Let no one break the law in this regard. THE PUBLisher. 1. Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near: 2. When the soft dews of kind- ly sleep My wearied eye- lids gent-ly steep, 9:3 O may no earthborn cloud a- rise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forev- er on my Saviour's breast. 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till in the ocean of thy love, We lose ourselves in heaven above. Praise God. Tune, OLD HUNDRED. L. M. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; 4 Zion Delivered. 1. Awake! arise! put on thy strength, In beauteous garments clothe thee now,From Awake! arise, and shine in light, no darkness now enshrouds thy feet, With 3. Break forth and sing delightful strains, For God has heard thy contrite pray'r; The Depart, depart and leave thy sin, Nor go by haste, nor leave by flight, For death and darkness rise at length, With starry crown adorn thy brow, From smiles, and gladness and delight, Thy Lord and Royal Master meet, In Balm of Gilead soothes thy pains, For thee Jehovah's arm is bare. The God his own shall welcome in, For thee the Lord of hosts shall fight; Break His Anger is Turned Away. Psalm 30. 5. H. L GILMOUR. 5 F. G. BURROUGHS. 1234 4 O Lord, I will praise, thee, For though thou wast angry, Thine anger is 2. O Lord, I will praise thee, Because thou hast saved me, And welcomed thy O Lord, I will praise thee, For great is thy mercy, To par- don transO Lord, I will praise thee, For though thou wast angry, Thine anger is O6 4 turned away! By grace now is pardoned This heart that was hardened; From prodigal home; Thy great love abiding Hath healed my back sliding; From gressions like mine: Tho' summer had ended, Thine angels defend-ed, And turned a way! Thy comforts now cheer me, Thy presence is near me, Thou |