And when we faint, may we, like him,
Fresh vigor from the vision draw.
4 Heaven's light now shone upon his head,
And flash'd new splendors on his view;
Break forth, O Sun, and freely shed
Glad rays upon our Bethel too.
The morning prayer meeting. Mark i. 35.
1 HOW sweet the melting lay
Which breaks upon our ear,
When, at the hour of rising day,
Christians unite in prayer!
2 The breezes waft their cries
Up to Jehovah's throne:
He listens to their bursting sighs,
And sends his blessings down.
3 So Jesus rose to pray
Before the morning light;
Once on the chilling mount did stay
And wrestle all the night.
4 Glory to God on high
Who sends his blessings down
To rescue souls condemn'd to die,
And make his people one.
The sunrise prayer meeting.
1 HASTE-the day dawns-haste away;
Join the band that loves to pray.
Sweet it is, and blest employ-
Full of comfort-rich in joy.
2 Haste, before the sun's full ray
Bids the twilight flee away;
Haste, and seek the Saviour's face,
Share his love, and feel his grace.
3 O, my soul, 'tis good to be
In such blissful company.
Wouldst thou flee from ev'ry snare?
Hide thee in the house of prayer.
4 Jesus loves to meet his saints-
Loves to soothe their bitterest plaints;
Deigns to hear the humblest groan;
All our griefs he makes his own.
5 O, then rise, and haste away,
And with prayer begin the day :
Let it float in ev'ry breath,-
Sweet in life, the calm of death.
6 Soon the voice of prayer shall die
In the rapturous song on high;
We shall shout on Canaan's shore,
Hallelujah, evermore.
1 GOD of our salvation, hear us;
Bless, O bless us, ere we go;
When we join the world, be near us,
Lest we cold and careless grow.
Saviour, keep us--
Keep us safe from ev'ry foe.
2 May we live in view of heaven,
Where we hope to see thy face:
Save us from unhallow'd leaven,
All that might obscure thy grace;
Keep us walking
Each in his appointed place.
3 As our steps are drawing nearer
To the place we call our home,
May our view of heaven grow clearer,
Hope more bright of joys to come;
And, when dying,
May thy presence cheer the gloom.
Family worship. Gen. xviii. 19.
1 FATHER of all, thy care we bless
Which crowns our families with peace;
From thee they spring, and by thy hand
They have been, and are still sustain'd.
2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd,
Be our domestic altars rais'd;
Who, Lord of heav'n, 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 there, and rising race,
Be taught thy precepts and thy grace.
4 O, may each future age proclaim
The honors of thy glorious name;
While pleas'd and thankful we remove
To join the family above.
GOD of the morning, at thy voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies. 2 O, like the sun may I fulfil
Th' appointed duties of the day;
With ready mind, and active will,
March on, and keep my heavenly way.
3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlight'ning our beclouded eyes;
Thy threat'nings just-thy promise sure;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.
4 Give me thy counsels for my guide,
And then receive me to thy bliss.
All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold compar'd with this.
1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray.
I am forever thine.
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head,
From care and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith, my hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace, I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
355. C. M. Peterborough. Morning.
1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes:
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him who rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats;
The day renews the sound,'
Wide as the heavens on which he sits
To turn the seasons round.
3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame :
My tongue shall speak his praise.
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.
4 How many wretched souls have fled
Since the last setting sun!
And yet thou lengthen'st out my thread,
And yet my moments run.
5 Great God, let all my hours be thine
While I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a peaceful night.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice..
2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praises to th' eternal King.
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