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.

The Same.

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row, from the Altar of our Hearts,

Let Incense Flames arise ;
Afliit us, Lord, to offer up

Our Evening Sacrifice.
Awake our Love, awake our Joy,

Awake our Heart and Tongue :
Sleep not when Mercies loudly call,

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 ;
Thee may we praise for all our Time,

When Time Diall be no more !

O

H Y M N XVII. :
Morning or Evening.
God, how endless is thy Love,

Thy Gifts are ev'ry Ev'ning new;
And Morning Mercies, from above,

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.
HIS is the Day the Lord hath made,
He calls the Hours his

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;
To-day the Saints his Triumphs spread,

And all his Wonders tell.

Hosanna to th' anointed King,

To David's holy Son;
Help us, O Lord, descend, and bring
Salvation from thy Throne.

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Hosanna, in the highest Strains

The Church on Earth can raise !
The highest Heav'ns in which he reigns

Shall give him nobler Praise.

H Y M N XIX.

The Same.
ELCOME, sweet Day of Reft,

That saw the Lord arise ;
Welcome to this reviving Breast,

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 ;
And when thou call'st for thein away,

Waft them to endless Bliss.

H Y M N XX.

The Same.
WEET is the Work, O God, our King,

To praise tlıy Name, give Thanks, andsing:
To thew thy Love by Morning Light,
And talk of all thy Íryth by Night.

Sweet is the Day of facred Reft,
No mortal Care should seize vur Breast;
O may our Hearts in Tune be found,
Like David's Harp of folemn Sound !
Our Hearts shall triumply in thee, Lord,
And bless thy Work, and bless thy Word ;
Thy Works of Grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy Counsels! how divine!
O may we fee, and hear, and know,
What Mortals cannot reach below. ::
May all our Pow'rs find sweet Employ
In Christ's eternal World of Joy.

H Y M N XXI.
Longing for the House of God.

ORD ,
L HOW pleafant and how

fair;
The Dwellings of thy Love,
Thy earthly Temples are !

To his Abode,
My Soul, afpire,
With warm Desire,

To see thy God.
O happy Souls that pray,
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy Men that pay
Their constant Service there !

They praise Chrift ftill;;
And happy they
That love the Way
To Zion's Hill.

They go from Strength to Strength,
Through this dark Vale of Tears,
'Till each arrives at length,
'Till each in Heav'n appears,

O glorious Seat!
Our God and King,
Us thither bring,
To kils thy Feet!

The Lord his People loves :
His Hand no Good withholds,
From those his Heart approves,

, From pure and pious Souls,

Thrice happy he,
O God of Hofts,
Whose Spirit trusts
Alone in thee!

!

HY MN XXII.

The Same.
TOW pleasant, how divinely fair,

O Lord of Hosts, thy Dwellings are!
The new-born Soul both longs and faints
To meet th’ Assemblies of thy Saints.
Bleft are the Souls that find a Place
Within the Temple of thy Grace !
There they behold thy gentler Rays,
And seek thy Face, and learn thy Praise.
Blest are the Men whose Hearts are set
To find the Way to Zion's Gate;
God is their Strength, and through the Road
They lean upon their Helper God.