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MORNING AND EVENING. - 452 7s.
Providence of God in the Seasons. PRAISE to God!—immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days: Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. 2 All that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich, o'erflowing stores,3 These, to that dear Source we owe Whence our sweetest comforts flow; These, through all my happy days, Claim my cheerful songs of praise. 4 Lord, to thee my soul should raise Grateful, never-ending praise; And, when every blessing's flown, Love thee for Thyself alone. L. M. 453 a JMorning Hymn. GOD of the morning, at thy voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies. 2 Oh! 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. 454 C. M.
ONCE more, my soul, the rising da
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pa
3 Great God, let all my hours be thine,
AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
2 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
3 Lord, I my vows to thee renew ;
GOD of my life, my morning song
Thy acts of love 'tis good to sing,
2 Preserved by thy almighty arm,
3 Oh let the same almighty care
4 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
To #. will I direct my prayer,
2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone
3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
4 But to thy house will I resort,
5 Oh may thy Spirit guide my feet
Make every path of duty straight,
458 S. M. BEHOLD the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
2. But where the gospel comes,
3 How perfect is thy word!
4 My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions given'
C. M. 459 God the Preserver of JMen. THROUGH all the dangers of the night, Preserved, O Lord, by thee, Again we hail the cheerful light, Again we bow the knee.
2 Oh! may the beams of truth divine,
3 Preserve us, Lord, throughout the day,
L. M. 460 ...An Evening Hymn. THUS far the Lord has led me on; Thus far his power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waste,
3 I lay my body down to sleep; -
4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to break my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.
DREAD Sovereign, let my evening song
Assist the offering of my tongue
2 Through all the dangers of the day
8 Perpetual blessings from above