But he forgives my follies past,
And gives me strength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head;
His ever watchful eye shall keep
Its constant guard around

my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear O may thy presence ne'er depart And in the morning let me hear The love and kindness of thy heart. 5 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground; And wait thy voice to break the tomb, With glad salvation in the sound.

Evening Hymn.

ANONYMOUS.

1 INDULGENT God! whose bounteous care O'er all thy works shown,

O let my grateful praise and prayer
Arise before thy throne.

2 What mercies has this day bestowed!
How largely hast thou blest!
My cup with plenty overflowed,
With cheerfulness my breast.

3 Now may soft slumbers close my eyes, From pain and sickness free;

And let my waking thoughts arise
To meditate on thee.

4 Thus bless each future day and night,
Till life's vain scene is o'er;

And then, to realms of endless light
O let my spirit soar.

580.

7s M.

Hymn of Gratitude.

BOWRING.

1 FATHER! thy paternal care
Has my guardian been, my guide!
Every hallowed wish and prayer
Has thy hand of love supplied;
Thine is every thought of bliss,
Left by hours and days gone by,
Every hope thy offspring is,
Beaming from futurity.

2 Every sun of splendid ray;
Every moon that shines serene;
Every morn that welcomes day;
Every evening's twilight scene;
Every hour which wisdom brings;
Every incense at thy shrine;-
These

and all life's holiest things,

And its fairest,

all are thine.

3 And for all, my hymns shall rise
Daily to thy gracious throne:
Thither let my asking eyes

Turn unwearied-righteous One!
Through life's strange vicissitude
There reposing all my care,
Trusting still, through ill and good,
Fixed and cheered and counselled there.

581.

C. M.

Hymn of Gratitude.

ADDISON.

1 O, How shall words, with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare

That glows within my ravished heart!
But thou canst read it there.

2 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned
To form themselves in prayer.

3 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently cleared my way,

And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.

4 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er;

And in a kind and faithful friend,
Has doubled all

my store.

5 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

6 Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
For Ö! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

1 My Sovereign! to thy throne,
With humble hope, I press;

O bow thine ear, to hear the groan
Of indigent distress.

2 My life, bowed down with pain,

Mourns its decaying bloom;

SCOTT,

Lord, clothe these bones with flesh again,
And spare me from the tomb.

3 Without one murmuring word
Thy chastening I receive;

But with submission ask, O Lord,
A merciful reprieve.

4 Distressed and pained as now,
Thy aid I once implored;
Thy pity heard my earnest vow,
Thy power my health restored.
5 My supplicating voice

Unwearied I will raise :

Say to thy servant's soul, 'Rejoice,'
And fill my mouth with praise.

583.

C. M.

*DODDRIDGE.

On Recovery from Sickness.

1 LORD, in thy service I would spend
The remnant of my days;

Why was this fleeting breath renewed,
But to renew thy praise?

2 Thy own almighty power and love
Did this weak frame sustain,

When life was hovering o'er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.

3 And when the pains of death were felt,
Thou didst deliverance bring,
And spare my pale and quivering lips
Thy matchless grace to sing.

4 Into thy hands, my Savior God!
I did my soul resign,

In firm dependence on that truth
Which made salvation mine.

5 From the dark borders of the grave,
At thy command, I come;

Nor would I urge a speedier flight
To my celestial home.

6 Where thou shalt settle my abode,
There would I choose to be;
For in thy presence death is life,
And earth is heaven with thee.

584.

L. M.

WATTS.

Sickness and Sorrow removed. Ps. 30.

1 I WILL extol thee, Lord, on high ;
At thy command diseases fly;
Who but a God can speak, and save
From the dark borders of the grave!
2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is;
Let all your powers rejoice and bless,
While you record his holiness.

3 His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days;
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning star restores the joy.

585.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS.

The Widow's Prayer.

1 THOUGH, faint and sick, and worn away With poverty and woe,

My widowed feet are doomed to stray
"Mid thorny paths below;

2 Be thou, O Lord! my Savior still-
My confidence and guide;

I know that perfect is thy will,
Whate'er that will decide.

3 I know the soul that trusts in thee
Thou never wilt forsake;