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3 With prayer our humble praise we bring

For mercies day by day;
Lord, teach our hearts Thy love to sing,

Lord, teach us how to pray:
All that we have, and are, to Thee
We offer through eternity.

8 TT'ORTH in Thy name, O Lord, we go,
Jt; Our daily labour to pursue;
Thee, only Thee, resolved to know
In all we think, or speak, or do.

2 The task Thy wisdom hath assigned

O let us cheerfully fulfil;
In all our works Thy presence find,
And prove Thy good and perfect will

3 Give us to bear Thy easy yoke,

And every moment watch and pray,
And still to things eternal look,
And hasten to Thy glorious day.

4 Fain would we still for Thee employ

Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given; And run our course with even joy,

And closely walk with Thee to heaven.

Q T ORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear
l_^i My voice ascending high:
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye.

2 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight,
Nor dwell at Thy right hand.

3 But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there:
I will frequent Thine holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.

4. O lead me, Lord, and make Thy ways
Direct before my face:
So shall my steps be righteousness,
And all my conflicts peace.

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TO-MORROW, Lord, is Thine,
Lodged in Thy sov'reign hand;
And, if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by Thy command.

2 The present moment flies,

And bears our life away:
O make Thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.

3 Since on this winged hour

Eternity is hung,
Awaken by Thy mighty power
The aged and the young.

4 One thing demands our care;

Be that one thing pursued:
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renewed.

5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light;
Lest life's young golden beams should die
In sudden, endless night.


GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under Thine own almighty wings.

2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done,
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere 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
Triumphant rise at the last day.

4 O may my soul on Thee repose;

Thou with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.

5 When in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

6 O when shall I in endless day
For ever chase dark sleep away,
And praise with the angelic choir
Incessant sing, and never tire?

7 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

I 2 QUN of my soul! Thou Saviour dear,
O It is not night if Thou be near:
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,

Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live:
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

4- Thou Framer of the light and dark,

Steer through the tempest Thine own ark:
Amid the howling wintry sea
We are in port if we have Thee.

5 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

6 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.

7 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.


ANOTHER fleeting day is gone,
Swept from the records of the year;
And still with each successive sun
Life's fading visions disappear.

2 Another fleeting day is gone!

And soon a fairer day shall rise, A day whose never-setting sun

Shall pour his light o'er cloudless skies.

3 Another fleeting day is gone!

In solemn silence rest, my soul;
Bend low before His awful throne,
Who bids the morn and evening roll.


SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal:
Sin and want we come confessing,

Thou canst save and Thou canst heal.

2 Though destruction walk around us,

Though the arrow past us fly, Angel guards from Thee surround us, We are safe, if Thou art nigh.

3 Though the night be dark and dreary,

Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Thou art He, who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be.

4 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing,

Ere repose our spirits seal:
Sin and want we come confessing,

Thou canst save and Thou canst heal.

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