The deepest shades no more disguise,
Than the full blaze of day.
3 Whom thou dost guard, O King of kings,
No evil shall molest:
Under the shadow of thy wings
Shall they securely rest.
4 Thy angels shall around their beds
Their constant stations keep :
Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads,
For thou dost never sleep.
5 May we with calm and sweet repose,
And heavenly thoughts refresh'd,
Our eyelids with the morn unclose,
And bless Thee, ever bless'd.
Guernsey.] HYMN 498. C. M.
IVER and Guardian of my sleep,
To praise thy name I wake :
Still, Lord, thy helpless servant keep,
For thine own mercy's sake.
2 The blessing of another day
I thankfully receive:
O may I only thee obey,
And to thy glory live!
3 Vouchsafe to keep my soul from sin,
Its cruel power suspend,
Till all this strife and war within
In perfect peace shall end.
4 Upon me lay thy mighty hand,
My words and thoughts restrain:
Bow my whole soul to thy command,
Nor let my faith be vain.
5 Pris'ner of hope, I wait the hour
Which shall salvation bring;
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When all I am shall own thy power,
And call my Jesus King.
Lyminge.] HYMN 499. - 6 lines 8’9.
THEN quiet in my house I sit,
Thy book be my companion still:
My joy thy sayings to repeat,
Talk o'er the records of thy will:
And search the oracles divine,
Till every heartfelt word be mine.
2 O may the gracious words divine,
Subject of all my converse be!
So will the Lord his follower join,
And walk and talk himself with me:
So shall my heart his presence prove,
And burn with everlasting love.
3 Oft as I lay me down to rest,
O may the reconciling word
Sweetly compose my weary breast;
While on the bosom of my Lord
I sink in blissful dreams away,
And visions of eternal day!
4 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise,
Thee may I publish all day long;
And let thy precious word of grace
Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue;
Fill all my life with purest love,
And join me to the church above.
Guernsey.] HYMN 500. C. M.
NCE 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 heavens on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.
3 'Tis He supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins might rouse his wrath to flame,
But yet his wrath delays.
4 O God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasing night.
Devotion.] HYMN 501. C. M.
1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray,
I am for ever thine:
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and bus'ness free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
Paradise.] HYMN 502. C. M.
ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high:
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.
2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at the Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.
3 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.
4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.
5 Now to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.
Wormley.] HYMN 503. S. M.
1 Pursues his shining way;
IEE how the morning sun,
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With ev'ry bright'ning ray.
Thus would my rising soul,
Its heav'nly Parent sing;
And to its great Original,
The humble tribute bring.
Serene I laid me down,
Beneath his guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke and found,
My kind Preserver near!
My life I would anew,
Devote, O Lord, to thee;
And in thy service I would spend
A long eternity.
Petersburgh.] HYMN 504. L. M.
Y God, how endless is thy love!
M'Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently descend like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sov'reign word restores the light;
And 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 songs of praise.
Dunkirk.] HYMN 505. 8 lines 7's.
MNIPRESENT God, whose aid,
No one ever ask'd in vain,
Be this night about my bed,
Ev'ry evil thought restrain,
Lay thy hand upon my soul,
God of my unguarded hours!
All my enemies control,
Hell, and earth, and nature's pow'rs.
20 thou jealous God! come down,
God of spotless purity;
Claim and seize me for thine own,
Consecrate my heart to thee:
Under thy protection take;
Songs in the night season give;
Let me sleep to thee, and wake;
Let me die to thee, and live.
3 Let me of thy life partake,
Thy own holiness impart;
O that I may sweetly wake,
With my Saviour in my heart!,
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