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1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run;
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
And hast refresh'd me while I slept :
I may of endless life partake.
Scatter my sins as morning dew :
And with thyself my spirit fill.
All I design, or do, or say:
In thy sole glory may unite. 5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him all creatures here below,
1 THROUGH the night, by thee preserved,
Lord, we come to own thy care,
Death and wrath our portion were.
1 COME thou long expected Jesus !
Born to set thy people free;
Let us find our rest in thee ;
Hope of all thy saints thou art;
Joy for ev'ry longing heart ! 2 Born thy people to deliver,
Born a child, and yet a King ;
Now thy gracious kingdom bring;
By thine own eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone :
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
Hebrews x, 4. (s. M.)
On Jewish altars slain,
Nor wash away the stain.
Takes all our sins away;
And richer blood than they. 3 My soul looks back to see
The burden thou didst bear, When hanging on th' accurs'd tree,
And hopes her guilt was there. 4 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove : We bless the Lamb, with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.
Proverbs xviii, 24. (P. m.) 1 ONE there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend : His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end : They, who once his kindness prove, Find it everlasting love!
2 Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could or would have shed their blood ?
Reconcil'd in him to God :
Jesus is a friend in need !
Friend of sinners was his name;
He rejoices in the same:
And to all their wants attends.
What he daily bears from us?
Loves us though we treat him thus :
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
What a friend we have above :
Romans viii, 35. (L. M.)
Near whom no grief can long abide ;
2 All scenes alike engaging prove,
To souls impress'd with sacred love ;
In heaven, on earth, or on the sea.
On any shore, since God is there. 4 While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none :
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.
That were indeed a dreadful lot;
1 WHY should the children of a king
Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter! descend and bring
Some tokens of thy grace. 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven? When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven?