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2 Thy precious time misspent redeem :
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing
NATURAL AND SACRED SEASONS. 5 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
3 New mercies, each returning day, And hast refreshed me whilst I slept:
Hover around us while we pray: Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, New perils past, new sins forgiven, I may of endless light partake.
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 6 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
4 If, on our daily course, our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice. And with Thyself my spirit fill.
5 The trivial round, the common task, 7 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
Will furnish all we ought to ask; All I design, or do, or say;
Room to deny ourselves; a road That all my powers, with all their might,
To bring us daily nearer God. In Thy sole glory may unite.
6 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love, 8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow
Fit us for perfect rest above! Praise Him, all creatures here below;
And help us, this and every day, Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
To live more nearly as we pray. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
169. Tune-Ratisbon, 294. 6 line 7s. 168. Tune-Melcombe, 25.
Righteousness arise." “His compassions fail not. They are new every
1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, morning : great is Thy faithfulness.
U Christ, the true, the only Light, 10 TIMELY happy, timely wise,
Sun of Righteousness, arise, U Hearts that with rising morn arise !
Triumph o'er the shades of night! Eyes that the beam celestial view,
Dayspring from on high, be near! Which evermore makes all things new.
Daystar, in my heart appear ! 2 New every morning is the love
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn Our waking and uprising prove:
Unaccompanied by Thee; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Joyless is the day's return, Restored to life and power and thought.
Till Thy mercy's beams I see
Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 3 Visit, then, this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief ;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest. 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
170. Tune-Evening Hymn, 15.
L.M. “ I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep; for Thou,
Lord, only makest me dwell in safety."
A For all the blessings of the light;
Beneath Thine own almighty wings.
The ill that I this day have done;
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
The grave as little as my bed;
Rise glorious at the awful day.
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close !
To serve my God when I awake.
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
171. Tane-Walton, 43.
D It is not night if Thou be near;
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes !
For ever on my Saviour's breast !
For without Thee I cannot live;
For without Thee I dare not die.
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Let him no more lie down in sin.
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
2 Though destruction walk around us,
Thougn the arrows past us fly, Angel-guards from Thee surround us,
We are safe if Thou art nigh. 3 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Thou art He who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.
172. Tuno-Nutfield, 313. 8,4,8,4,8,8,8,4.
U Darkness and light;
For rest the night;
This livelong night!
And, when we die,
All peaceful lie!
With Thee on high !
SEED-TIME AND HARVEST.
C.M. “While the earth remaineth, seed-time and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night, shall not cease." 1 TOUNTAIN of mercy! God of love!
I How rich Thy bounties are !
Proclaim Thy constant care.
The sower hid the grain,
And sent the early rain.
The plants in beauty grew;
173. Tune-Italian Chorale, 350. 8,7,8,7.
D Ere repose our spirits seal;
Thou canst save and Thou canst heal.
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.
Matured the swelling grain;
And plenty fills the plain.
Thou dost on man bestow;
From whom his blessings flow! 6 Fountain of love! our praise is Thine ;
To Thee our songs we'll raise,
In sweet harmonious praise !
4 Thine too by right, and ours by grace,
The wondrous growth unseen,
The love that shines serene. 5 So grant the precious things brought forth
By sun and moon below,
Tuno-Dunfermline, 88. C.M. “ The eyes of all wait upon Thee, O Lord; and Thou
givest them their meat in due season.” 1 I ORD, in Thy name Thy servants plead,
1 And Thou hast sworn to hear;
The fresh and fading year. 2 Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild,
We trusted, Lord, with Thee;
We wait on Thy decree.
The summer sun and air,
176. Tune-St. George's, Windsor, 303. 8 line 78. “The harvest is the end of the world, and the reapers
are the angels."
U Raise the song of Harvest-home!
Raise the song of Harvest-home! 2 All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wholesome grain and pure may be. 3 For the Lord our God shall come,