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We'll lay us down, and thou, our Lord, With all thy Angels us will guard :
Our Souls to thee we trust; Thou shalt (for thou art able) keep Our Souls among the Fellowship
Of Saints through thee made just.
H Y MN XVI.
row, from the Altar of our Hearts,
Let Incense Flames arise ;
Our Evening Sacrifice.
Awake our Heart and Tongue :
Break forth into a Song. Minutes and Mercies multiply'd,
Have made up all this Day; Minutes came quick, but Mercies were
More fleet and free than they.
New Time, new Favour, and new Joys,
Do a new Song require ; 'Till we shall praise thee as we would,
Accept our Heart's Desire.
Lord of our Time, whose Hand hath fet
New Time upon our Score ;
When Time Diall be no more !
H Y M N XVII. :
Thy Gifts are ev'ry Ev'ning new;
Gently diftil like early Dew. Thou spread'st the Curtain of the Night,
Great Guardian of our feeping Hours: Thy sov'reign Word restores the
Light, And quickens all our drowsy Pow'rs. We yield our Pow'rs to thy Coinmand,
To thee we consecrate our Days ; Perpetual Bleffings froin thine Hand
Demand perpetual Songs of Praife.
H Y M N XVIIT.
On the LORD's DAY.
own ; Let Heav'n rejoice, let Earth be glad,
And Praise surround the Throne,
To-day Christ rose, and left the Dead,
And Satan's Empire fell;
And all his Wonders tell.
Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son;
Hosanna, in the highest Strains
The Church on Earth can raise !
Shall give him nobler Praise.
H Y M N XIX.
That saw the Lord arise ;
And these rejoicing Eyes !
The King himself comes near,
And feasts his Saints To-day: Here we may fit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray. One Day amidst the Place
Where our dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand Days,
Of pleasurable Sin.
Bid, Lord, our Souls to stay
In such a Frame as this ;
Waft them to endless Bliss.
H Y M N XX.
To praise tlıy Name, give Thanks, andsing:
Sweet is the Day of facred Reft,
H Y M N XXI.
To his Abode,
To see thy God.
They praise Chrift ftill;;
They go from Strength to Strength,
O glorious Seat!
The Lord his People loves :
, From pure and pious Souls,
Thrice happy he,
HY MN XXII.
O Lord of Hosts, thy Dwellings are!