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HYMN 512. C. M. [b]
The humble Suppliant trusting in God.
1 O LORD, my Rock, to thee I cry,
In sighs consume my breath ;
Like those who sleep in death.
3 My soul, with gratitude inspired,
4 As thou hast filled my heart with joy, 'Tis just that I should raise The cheerful tribute of my thanks, And celebrate thy praise.
HYMN 513. L. M. [b]
1 HAVE mercy on me, O my God,
In loving kindness hear my prayer; Withdraw the terror of thy rod;
Lord, in thy tender mercy spare.
2 Offences rise where'er I look,
But I confess their guilt to thee; Blot my transgressions from thy book; Wash me from all iniquity.
3 Not streaming blood nor cleansing fire
Alone, will thine acceptance meet;
Now to my troubled mind restore;
HYMN 514. L. M. [#]
1 IN sleep's serene oblivion laid,
Again behold the morning light.
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour;
3 O guide me through the various maze My doubtful feet are doomed to tread,
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze Where dangers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress;
5 That deeper shade shall break away;
HYMN 515. 8 s. M. [#]
1 LAUDED be thy name forever,
2 God of evening's yellow ray,
HYMN 516. L. M. [#]
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
2 Illumined by the light divine,
Let thine own light to others shine ;
3 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
4 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
HYMN 517. C. M. [#]
Morning or Evening Hymn.
1 ON thee, each morning, O my God,
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
3 When evening slumbers press my eyes, With thy protection blest, peace and safety, I commit My weary limbs to rest.
4 My spirit, in thy hands secure, Fears no approaching ill; For, whether waking or asleep,
Thou, Lord, art with me still.
5 Then will I daily to the world
Thy wondrous acts proclaim; While all with me shall praises sing, And bless thy sacred name.
HYMN 518. L. M. [b or #]
1 ANOTHER fleeting day is gone;
Slow o'er the west the shadows rise; Swift the soft-stealing hours have flown,
And night's dark mantle veils the skies. 2 Another fleeting day is gone,
Swift from the records of the year;
3 Another fleeting day is gone;
But soon a fairer day shall rise,
4 Another fleeting day is gone;
In solemn silence rest, my soul; Bow down before his gracious throne, Who bids the morn and evening roll.