From thee they sprung, and by thy hand
Their root and branches are sustain'd.
e 2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd,
Be our domestic altars rais'd;

Who, Lord of Heaven, scorns not to dwell With saints in their obscurest cell. -3 To thee may each united House, Morning and night, present its vows; Our servants here, and rising race, Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace. o 4 Oh may each future age proclaim The honours of thy glorious name; g While, pleas'd and thankful, we remove To join the family above.

Doddridge.

HYMN 199. L. M. Portugal. [*]
A Morning Hymn.

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

e 2 Lord, I my vows to thee renew!
Scatter my sins like morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill.

-3 Direct, control, suggest, this day,

All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

o 4 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below:

Praise him above, angelic host;

g Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Kenn.

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HYMN 200. 7s. Pleyel's. [*]

Now the

A Morning Hymn.

TOW the shades of night are gone; Now the morning light is come; Lord, may we be thine to-day,

Drive the shades of sin away.

2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,
Banish doubt, and cleanse our sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,
Help us labour, help us pray.

3 Keep our haughty passions bound; Save us from our foes around;

Going out, and coming in,

Keep us safe from every sin.

4 When our work of life is past, O receive us then at last!

o Night of sin will be no more,

When we reach the heavenly shore. Hart. Col.

HYMN 201. L. M. Worship. Sicilian. [*]

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An Evening Hymn.

LORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own Almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed:
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise, glorious, at the awful day.
4 O let my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close :
Sleep that shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God, when I awake.

5 If in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
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;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Kenn.

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HYMN 202. 8s. Bethany. [*]

An Evening Hymn.

NSPIRER and Hearer of Prayer,
Thou Feeder and Guardian of thine;

I

My all to thy covenant care,

I, sleeping or waking, resign.

o 2 If thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no darkness to me;
And fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.
e 3 A sovereign Protector I have,
Unseen, yet for ever at hand;
Unchangeably faithful to save,
Almighty to rule and command.
-4 From evil secure, and its dread,
I rest, if my Saviour be nigh;
And songs his kind presence indeed,
Shall in the night season supply.
o 5 His smiles and his comforts abound,
His grace as the dew shall descend;
o And wells of salvation surround

The soul he delights to defend.

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Toplady.

HYMN 203. C. M. Barby. [*]

A Hymn for Morning or Evening.
N thee, each morning, O my God,
My waking thoughts attend;
In whom are founded all my hopes,
In whom my wishes end.

e 2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;

-And, fir'd with grateful zeal, prepares
The sacrifice of praise.

e 3 When evening slumbers press my eyes,
With thy protection blest,

b In peace and safety I commit
My weary limbs to rest.

o 4 My spirit, in thy hands secure,
Fears no approaching ill;
For whether waking, or asleep,
Thou, Lord, art with me still.
o 5 Then will I daily to the world
Thy wondrous acts proclaim;
Whilst all with me shall praise and sing,
And bless the Sacred Name.

e 6 At morn, at noon, at night I'll still
Thy growing work pursue;

s And thee alone will praise, to whom Eternal praise is due.

Liv. Col.

HYMN 204. L. P. M. Devotion. [#]

Daily Duties. Dependence and Enjoyment, Rom. xiv, 8.
Morning or Evening.

WHEN,

1 WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes my eyes,

O Sun of Righteousness divine,

On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.

2 When, to heaven's great and glorious King, My morning sacrifice I bring;

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name:
Then, JESUS, sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God.
3 As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares;
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend :
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy great example mine.
4 When pain transfixes every part,
And languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseas'd, oppress'd,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
O great Physician! see my grief,
And grant thy servant sweet relief.
5 Should poverty's consuming blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low;
And neither help, nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Lord, pity, and supply my need,
For thou on earth wast poor indeed.
6 Should Providence profusely pour
Its various blessings in my store;
O keep me from the ills, that wait
On such a seeming prosperous state;
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with thee.
7 When each day's scenes and labours close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pard'ning mercy richly bless'd,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;

And as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.
8 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
"To see thy face, and sing thy praise.'

HYMN 205. C. M. Barby. St. Ann's. [* b]
Religion the One Thing needful.
ELIGION is the chief concern
Of mortals here below;

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RELIGION

May I its great importance learn,

Its sovereign virtue know.

2 More needful this than glitt'ring wealth,
Or aught the world bestows;
Not reputation, food, or health,
Can give us such repose.

3 Religion should our thoughts engage
Amidst our youthful bloom;

Twill fit us for declining age,

And for the awful tomb.

4 Oh may my heart, by grace renew'd,
Be my Redeemer's throne!

And be my stubborn will subdu'd,
His government to own.

5 Let deep repentance, faith and love,
Be join'd with godly fear;

And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.

6 Preserve me from the snares of sin,
Through my remaining days;

And in me let each virtue shine,
To my Redeemer's praise.

7 Let lively hope my soul inspire;
Let warm affections rise;

And may I wait, with strong desire,
To mount above the skies.

Fawcett.

HYMN 206. C. M. Devizes. [*]

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W

Spring.

HEN verdure clothes the fertile vale,
And blossoms deck the spray ;