And in the night, when I lie down,
Thou art about
my bed.

8 Oh, let my house a temple be,
That I and mine may sing
Hosannas to thy majesty,
And praise our heavenly king.

GIVE to the winds thy fears,
Hope and be undismayed;

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God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head;

Through waves, and clouds, and storms

He gently clears thy way;

Wait thou his time, so shall the night
Soon end in joyous day.

2 He everywhere hath way,

And all things serve his might,
His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light;

When he makes bare his arm,
What shall his work withstand?

When he his people's cause defends,

Who, who shall stay his hand?

3 Leave to his sovereign sway To choose and to command,

With wonder filled thou then shalt own

How wise, how strong his hand;

Thou comprehend'st him not,

Yet earth and heaven tell,

God sits as sovereign on the throne,
He ruleth all things well.

4 Thou seest our weakness, Lord,
Our hearts are known to thee,
Oh lift thou up the sinking hand;
Confirm the feeble knee;

Let us, in life and death,
Boldly thy truth declare,

And publish with our latest breath
Thy love and guardian care.

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29.

THEE, O my God and King,
My Father, thee I sing;

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Hear well-pleased the joyous sound,
Praise from earth and heaven receive;
Lost, I now in Christ am found,
Dead, by faith in Christ I live.

2 Father, behold thy son;
In Christ I am thine own:
Stranger long to thee and rest,
See, the prodigal is come;
Open wide thy arms and breast,
Take the weary wanderer home.

3 Thine eye observed from far,
Thy pity drew me near;
Me thy bosom yearned to see,
Me thy mercy ran to find,
Empty, poor, and void of thee,
Hungry, sick, and faint, and blind.

4 Thou on my neck didst fall,
Thy kiss forgave me all.

Still the gracious words I hear,
Words that made the Saviour mine,
"Haste, for him the robe prepare,
His be righteousness divine."

30.

QUIET, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild,

Upright, simple, free from art,

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Make me as a weaned child;
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleaseth thee.
2 What thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to thy wisdom leave;
"Tis enough that thou wilt care,
Why should I the burden bear?

3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own,
Knows he's neither strong nor wise,
Fears to stir a step alone;

Let me thus with thee abide,
As my Father, guard, and guide.

4 Thus preserved from Satan's wiles,
Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon thy smiles,

Till the promised hour appears,
When the sons of God shall prove
All their Father's boundless love.

31.

DAY by day the manna fell;
Oh, to learn this lesson well!
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.
2 "Day by day" the promise reads,
Daily strength for daily needs,
Cast foreboding fears away:
Take the manna of to-day.

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3 Lord, my times are in thy hand;
All my brightest hopes have planned
To thy wisdom I resign,

And would make thy purpose mine.

4 Thou my daily task shall give,
Day by day to thee I live;
So shall added years fulfill,
Not my own-my Father's will.

To God let all the human race
Bring adoration, thanks, and praise;
He makes his love and wisdom known
By angels who surround his throne.

2 The angels whom his breath inspires,
His ministers, are flaming fires;
With joy they in his service move,
To bear his vengeance or his love.
3 With gladness they obey his will,
And all his purposes fulfill;

All those who Jesus' children are,
Are special objects of their care.
4 Our God defends us day by day,
From many dangers in our way,
By angels, who forever keep
A watchful eye, when we're asleep.

5 O Lord, we'll bless thee all our days,
Our souls shall glory in thy grace ;
Thy praise shall dwell upon our tongues,
All saints and angels join our songs.
6 We pray thee, let the heavenly host
Be guardians of our land and coast;
Bid them watch o'er thy flock of grace,
That we may lead a life of

peace.

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Now let us join our hearts and tongues,
And emulate the angels' songs;
For sinners may address their king
In songs that angels cannot sing.

2 They praise the Lamb who once was slain,
But we can add a higher strain;
Not only say, he suffered thus:
But, that he suffered all for us.

3 Jesus, who passed the angels by,
Assumed our flesh to bleed and die;
He who redeemed us with his blood,
As man still fills the throne of God.
4 Immanuel, our brother now,
Is he 'fore whom the angels how;
They join with us to praise his name,
But we the nearest interest claim.

5 But, ah, how faint our praises rise!
Sure, 't is the wonder of the skies,
That we who share his richest love,
So cold and unconcerned should prove.
6 Oh glorious hour, it comes with speed,
When we, from sin and darkness freed,
Shall see our God who died for man,
And praise him more than angels can.