And yet how slow devotion burns, How languid are its flames.
2 Accept our faint attempts to love, Our frailties, Lord! forgive; We would be like the saints above, And praise thee while we live.
3 Increase, O Lord! our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend,
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, The sabbath ne'er shall end.
HYMN 5. L. M. Sicilian. [*] Sabbath Morning.
1 My Saviour! my eternal Friend! Accept my morning sacrifice; While prostrate at thy feet I bend, And hail the day, that saw thee rise.
2 When, through the shades of night, I slept, Suspended all my active powers; Thy guardian care soft vigils kept, And saved me in those dangerous hours. 3 My opening eyes, with rapture, see The dawn of thy returning day; And all my thoughts ascend to thee, While thus my early vows I pay. 4 O bid this trifling world retire, And drive each carnal thought away, Nor let me feel one vain desire, One sinful wish through all the day. 5 Then while I to thy courts repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wings, The wonders of thy love declare,
And join the strains, which angels sing. CODMAN'S COL.
1 When, O dear Jesus! when shall I, Behold thee all serene?
Blest in perpetual sabbath day, Without a veil between.
2 Assist me, while I wander here, Amidst a world of cares;
Incline my heart to pray with love, And then accept my prayers.
Spare me, my God! O! spare the soul That gives itself to thee;
Take all that I possess below, And give thyself to me.
4 Thy Spirit, O my Father! give To be my guide and friend,
To light my way to ceaseless joys,
Where sabbaths never end. CONNICK.
HYMN 7. C. M. Sunday. [*] Sabbath Morning.
1 This is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosanna to the anointed King, To David's holy Son!
Help us, O Lord! descend and bring Salvation from thy throne.
4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace,
Who comes in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race.
5 Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise,
The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.
HYMN 8. C. M. Hymn Second.
1 Welcome and precious to my soul, Are these sweet days of love;
But what a sabbath shall I keep,
When I shall rest above!
2 These are the sweet and precious days On which, my Lord I've seen;
And oft when feasting on his love In rapture I have been.
3 O! if my soul, when death appears, In this blest frame be found, I'd clasp my Saviour in mine arms, And leave this earthly ground.
HYMN 9. L. M. Oporto. [*] Morning
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.
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 to do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.
4 Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. KENN.
HYMN 10. L. M. Pleyel's Hymn. [*] Evening.
1 Glory 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 vigourous 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.
HYMN 11. C. M. Peterborough. [*]
1 Once more, my sou!! the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice! thy tribute pay To Him that 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 A thousand wretched souls are fled Since the last setting sun;
And yet thou length'nest out my thread, And yet my moments run.
5 Dear God! let all my hours be thine. Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night.
1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days. And every evening shall make known, Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waste, And, I perhaps am near my home, But he forgives my follies past.
And gives me strength for days to come. 3 1 lay my body down to sleep; Peace is the pillow for my head, While well appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
4 Thus when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground; And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb With sweet salvation in the sound.
HYMN 13. L. M. Welts. Morning.
1 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd my evening cry; Thou heard'st when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 2 Supported by thine heavenly aid, I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my soul afraid, Tho' I should wake and rise no more. ? But God sustained me all the night, Salvation doth to God belong;
He raised my head to see the light,
And makes his praise my morning song. Watts.
HYMN 14. C. M. Reading. [*]
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 cares 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 and hope relies Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep,
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
HYMN 15. 7s. Hotham. [*] Morning.
1 Now 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.
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