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4 But pleasures more refin'd
Awaited that bless'd day
When light arose upon our mind,
And chas'd our fears away.

5 How new thy mercies then!
How sovereign and how free!
Our souls that had been dead in sin,
Were made alive to thee.

PAUSE.

6 Now we expect a day

Still brighter far than this,
When death shall bear our souls away
To reams of light and bliss.

7 There rapturous scenes of joy
Shall burst upon our sight:
And every pain, and tear, and sigh,
Be drown'd in endless night.

8 Beneath thy balmy wing,
O Sun of righteousness,

Our happy souls shall sit and sing
The wonders of thy grace.

9 Nor shall that radiant day
So joyfully begun,

In evening shadows die away,
Beneath the setting sun.

10 How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Eternity thy love shall shew,
And all thy truth record.

CCXXXI. C. M. NEW SELEC.
Evening Hymn.

1 THOU Son of God, whose flaming èyes Our inmost thoughts perceive,

Accept the evening sacrifice,
Which now to thee we give.
We bow before thy gracious throne,
And think ourselves sincere :.
But shew us, Lord, is every one
Thy real worshipper?

3 Is here a soul that knows thee not,
Nor feels his want of thee?
A stranger to the blood that flow'd
For sinners on the tree?

4 Extort the cry, "What must be done
To save a wretch like me?
How shall a trembling sinner shun
That endless misery ?"

5 For faith may he incessant cry,
And wrestle, Lord, with thee;
He must be born again, or die
To all eternity!

CCXXXII C. M. NEW SELEC.

Jesus ever the same.

LORD, how lovely is thy name,
How faithful is thy heart!
To-day and yesterday the same,
And kind thou always art.

2 No change of mind our Jesus knows, A true and constant friend!

Where once the Lord his love bestows, He loves unto the end.

s Dear Saviour, let my spirit rest
Beneath thy smile benign;

Thy daily care to make me blest,
To love and praise thee mine.

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CCXXXIII. S. M. NEW SELEC.

THE

Evening Hymn.

HE day is past and gone;
The evening shades appear;
Oh ! may we all remember well
The night of death is near.

2 We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest,

So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we here" possest.

Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears,
Beneath the pinions of thy love,
"Till morning light appears.

4 And when we early rise,

And view th' unclouded sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

5 And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O! may we in thy bosom rest-
The bosom of thy love!

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CCXXXIV. L. M. NEW SELEC.
An evening hymn.

THUS

HUS far the Lord hath led me on, Thus far his pow'r prolongs my days, And ev'ry ev❜ning shall make known Some fresh memorial of his

grace. ? Much of my time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my home; Put he forgives my follies past,

He gives me strength for days to come.

3 In vain the sons of earth or hell

Tell me a thousand frightful things;
My God in safety makes me dwell,
Beneath the shadow of his wings.

4 [Faith in his name forbids my fear;
O may thy presence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear
The loving kindness of thy heart.

5 Thus, when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to rend my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.]

CCXXXV.

C. M. SONGS IN THE NIGHT.

Saturday night.

BEGONE my worldly cares away!
Nor dare to tempt my sight;

Let me begin th' ensuing day
Before I end this niglit.

2 Yes, let the work of prayer and praise
Employ my heart and tongue;
Begin, my soul-thy Sabbath days
Can never be too long.

3 Let the past mercies of the week
Excite a grateful frame:

Nor let my tongue refuse to speak
Some good of Jesus' name.

4 Jesus!-how pleasing is the sound;
How worthy of my love!

Why is my heart so lifeless found?
Why plac'd no more above?

5 Forgive my dullness, dearest Lord,
And quicken all my powers;

Prepare me to attend thy word, T'improve the sacred hours. 6 On wings of expectation borne, My hopes to heaven ascend: I long to welcome in the morn, The day with thee to spend.

PUBLIC WORSHIP.

CCXXXVI. 148th. B. FRANCIS.
On opening a place of worship.

1 TN sweet exalted strains

The king of glory praise;
O'er heaven and earth he reigns,
Through everlasting days:

He, with a nod, the world controls,
Sustains or sinks the distant poles.
2 To earth he bends his throne,
His throne of grace divine;
Wide is his bounty known,

And wide his glories shine:
Fair Salem, still his chosen rest,
Is with his smiles and presence blest.

3 Then, King of glory come,

And with thy favor crown
This temple as thy dome,
This people as thy own:
Beneath this roof, O deign to show,
How God can dwell with men below.

4 Here, may thine ears attend

Our interceding cries,

And grateful praise ascend

All fragrance to the skies:

Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around.

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