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Lord may we be thine to-day, 13 And yet this thoughtless, wretched Drive the shades of sin away,

heart, 2 Fill'our souls with heav'nly liçoht,

Too oft regardless of thy love, Banish doubt and clear our sight:

Ungrateful, can from thee depart, In thy service, Lord, to-day,

And from the path of duty rove. May we labour, watch and pray. 4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood

Of Christ, my Lord : his name alone 3 Keep our haughty passions bound; Save us from our foes around;

I plead for pardon, gracious God, Going out and coming in,

And kind acceptance at thy throne. Keep us safe from ev'ry sin.

5 With hope in him mine eyelids close. 4 When our work of life is past,

With sleep refresh my feeble frame O receive us then at last;

Safe in thy care may I repose, Night and sin will be no more,

And wake with praises to thy Name When we reach the heav'nly shore.

HYMN 170." (C. M.)
HYMN 168. (L. M.)

Evening Hymn. N": from the altar of our hearte,
ILORY to thee, my God, this night, Assist us, Lord, to ofier up
For all the blessings of the light:

Our ev'ning sacrifice.
Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own Almighty wings.

2 Minutes and mercies multiplied

Have made up all this day; 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, Minutes came quick, but mercies were The ills that I this day have done;

More swift, more free than they. That with the world, myself. and thee,

3 New time, new favours, and new I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

Do a new song require; (joys 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread

Till we shall praise thee as we would, The grave as little as my bed ;

Accept our hearts' desire. Teach me to die, that so I may

HYMN 171. Triumphing rise at the last day.

(S. M.)

Evening. soul on thee

is past and

And may my weet Sleepe mine eyelids. The ay iningshades appear;

close :

O may we all remember well Sleep,' that may me more vig'rous The night of death draws near. make

2 We lay our garments by, To serve my God when I awake.

Upon our beds to rest : 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, So death, shall soon disrobe us all My soul with heav'nly thoughts sup- Of what is here possest. ply:

3 Lord, keep us safe this night, Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

Secure from all our fears; No powers of darkness me molest.

May angels guard us while we sleep 6 O when shall I, in endless day,

Till morning light appears. For ever chase dark sleep away,

HYMN 172. (III. 1.) And hymns divine with angels sing

Psalm cxli. 2. Glory to thee, eternal King!

Fades upon my sight away; flow,

Free from care, from labour free, Praise him, all creatures here below, Lord, I would

commune with thee ! Praise him above, y' angelic họst, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye

Nought escapes, without, within,
HYMN 169. (L. M.) Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault, and secret sin.
(REAT God! to theemyev'ning song 3 Soon, for me, the light of day

With humble gratitude I raise : Shall for ever pass away;
O let thy mercy tune my tongue, Then, from sin and sorrow free,

And fill my heart with lively praise. Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee! 2 My days, unclouded as they pass, 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast knows

And ev'ry onward rolling hour, All of man's infirmity; Are monuments of wondrous grace, Then, from thine eternal throne,

And witness to thy love and pow'r. Jesus, look with pitying eye.

7 Praise him from whom all blessings SOFTLY, now the light of day

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89 HYMN 173 (IV. 2.) No; when I blush, be this my shame, Evening.

That I no more revere his name.

5 Asham'd ! empty pride! I Thou shepherd and guardian Sithine, ful bbast a saviours cracimiento Aly all to thy covenant care

And O, may this my portion be,
Í, sleeping or waking, resign.. My Saviour not asham'd of me i
2 If thou art my shield and my sun,

HYMN 176. (S. M.)
The night is no darkness to me;

Prayer for Christian Graces.
And, fast as my minutes roll on,

JESS, my strength, my hope, They bring me but nearer to thee.

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With humble confidence look up, 3 A soy'reign protector I have,

And know thou hear'st my prayer, Unseen, yet for ever at hand;

Give me on thee to wait,
nchangeably faithful to save,

Till I can all things do;
Almighty to rule and command.

On thee, almighty to create,
1 His smiles and his comforts abound,

Almighty to renew.
His grace, as the dew, shall descend; 2 I want a sober mind,
And walls of salvation surround

A self-renouncing will,
The soul he delights to defend.

That tramples down and casts behin.

The baits of pleasing ill:

A soul inur'd to pain,
HYMN 174. (Č. M.) To hardship, grief, and loss;
Renouncing the World. Ready to take up and sustain

The consecrated cross.
ET worldly minds the world pursue,
It has no charms for me;

3 I want a godly fear,
Once I admir'd its follies too,

A quick, discerning eye,
But grace has set me free.

That looks to thee when sin is near 2 Those follies now no longer please,

And sees the tempter fly;
No more delight afford ;

A spirit still prepar'd,
Far from my heart be joys like these,

And arm'd with jealous care,
Now I have known the Lord. For ever standing on its guard,
3 As by the light of op ning day

And watching into prayer.
The stars are all conceal'd,

4 I want a heart to pray,
So earthly pleasures fade away

To pray and never cease,
When Jesus is reveal'd.,

Never to murmur at thy stay,

Or wish my suff'rings less;
4 Creatures no more divide my choice,

This blessing, above all,
I bid them all depart;

Always to pray, I want,
His name, and love, and gracious voice Out of the deep on thee to call,
Shall fix my roving heart.

And never, never faint.
5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, 5 I want a true regard,
And wholly live to thee:

A single, steady aim,
Yet worthless still myself I own, Unmov'd by threatning or reward,
Thy worth is all my plea..

To thee and thy great name;
HYMN 175. (L. M.) A jealous, just concern
Not ashamed of Christ.

For thine immortal praise ;
ESUS! and shall it ever be,

A pure desire that all' may learn
J thee! And glorify thy grace.
Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, 6 I rest upon thy word,
Whose glories shine through endless The promise is for me;

My succour and salvation, Lord, % Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far

Shall surely come from thee;
Let night disown each radiant star;

But let me still abide,

Nor from my hope remove, 'Tis midnight with my soul, till he, Bright morning Star, bid darkness fee. Till thou my patient spirit guide

Into thy perfect love.
3 Asham'd of Jesus! 0, as soon

HYMN 177. (III. 3.)
Let morning blush to own the sun;
He sheds the beams of light divine

Prayer for Guidance.
UIDE me, Othou great Jehovah,

O'er this benighted soul of mine.

Pilgrim through this barren lana 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend I am weak, but thou art mighty;

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HYMN 180. (C. M.) Whence the living waters flow; "Forgetting those things which aro 1: Let the fiery, cloudy pillar

hind," &c. Phil. iii. 13, 14. Lead me all my journey through. WAKE, my soul, stretch_evory 3 Feed me with the heav'nly manna In this barren wilderness;

A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.
Be my sword, and shield, and banner,
Be the Lord my righteousness.

2 A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey; 4 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside ;

Forget the steps already trod, Death of death, and hell's destruction,

And onward urge thy way.
Land me safe on Canaan's side. 3''Tis God's all-animating voice

That calls thee from on high;
HYMN 178. (L. M.)

"Tis his own hand presents the prize * Following the Example of Christ. To thine uplifted eye. HENE'ER the angry passions rise, 4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every

And press with vigour on; (nerve to strife,

A heav'nly race demands thy zeal, To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

And an immortal crown. Bright pattern of the Christian life.

HYMN 181. (C. M.) 2 O how benevolent and kind,

Doubting. How mild, how ready to forgive

HE Lord will happiness divine Be this the temper of our mind,

On contrite hearts bestow; And these the rules by which we live. Then tell me, gracious God, is mine 3 To do his heav'nly Father's will.

A contrite heart, or no?
Was his employment and delight 2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Humility and holy zeal

Insensible as steel;
Shone through his life divinely br:ght. If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
4 Dispensing good where'er he came, To find I cannot feel.

The labours of his life were love; 3 My best desires are faint and few Then, if we bear the Saviour's name, I fain '

would strive for more ; By his example let us move.

But when I cry," My strength renew 5 But ah! how blind, how weak we are!

Seem weaker than before. How frail, how apt to turn aside! 4 I see thy saints with comfort fiird, Lord, we depend upon thy care;

When in thy house of prayer; We ask thy Spirit for our guide. But still in bondage I am held, 6 Thy fair example may we trace,

And find no comfort there.
To teach us what we ought to be; 5 O make this heart rejoice or ache,
Make us, by thy transforming grace, Decide this doubt for me;
O Saviour, daily more like thee. And if it be not broken, break;
HYMN 179. (S. M.)

And heal it, if it be.

HYMN 182. (C.M.)
Desires after rensed Holiness.

FOR a closer walk with God,
A God to glorify;


A calm and heav'nly frame; A never dying soul to save,

A light to shine upon the road And fit it for the sky;

That leads me to the Lamb! 2 From youth to hoary age

2 Where is the blessedness I knew My calling to fulfil:

When first I saw the Lord ?
O may it all my pow'rs engage Where is the soul-refreshing view
To do my Master's will.

Of Jesus and his word ? 3 Arm me with jealous care,

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed As in thy sight to live;

How sweet their mem'ry still:
And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare, But now I feel an aching void
A strict account to give.

The world can never fill.
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4 Return, O holy Dove, return, And on thyself rely;

Sweet messenger of rest; Assyr'd if I my trust betray,

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Whate'er that idol be,

I find his service my reward,
Help me to tear it from thy throne, All the work I do below
Aud worship only thee.

Is light, for such a Lord.
6 So shall my walk be close with God, 2 To the desert or the cell
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Calm and serene my frame;

Let others blindly fly,
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So purer light shall mark the road In this evil world I dwell,
That leads me to the Lamb.

Nor fear its enmity: | Horebe in

HYMN 183.

(II. 1.)

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To which I inwardly retire;
Walking unconcern'd in care

And unconsum'd in fire.
But the Saviour's pow'r to know, 3 O that all the world might know
Sanctifying ev'ry loss.

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2 Trials must and will befall;

Find their heav'n begun below,
But, with humble faith, to see

And here thy goodness see;
Love inscrib'd upon them all

Walk in all the works prepar'd
This is happiness to me.

By thee to exercise their grace, 3 Did I meet no trials here,

Till they gain their full reward,
No chastisement by the way,

And see thee face to face.
Might I not with reason fear

HYMN 186. (L. M.)
I should be a cast-away ?

Heaven seen by Faith.
4 Trials make the promise sweet;

, Trials give new life to pray'r;

The height of some commanding Bring me to my Saviour's feet,

hill, Lay me low, and keep me there.

His heart revives, if o'er the plains

He sees his home, tho' distant still-
HYMN 184. (C. M.)
Habitual Devotion.

2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views, CHILE thee I seek, protecting By faith, his mansion in the skies, Pow'r,

The sight his fainting strength renews, Be my vain wishes still'd;

And wings his speed to reach the prize. And may this consecrated hour

3 The hope of heav'n his spirit cheers; With better hopes be filled.

No more he grieves for sorrows past; Thy love the pow'r of thought be.

Nor any future conflict fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.
To thee my thoughts would soar;

4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay

To lead us on to thine a bode;
But still in boccare D thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
That mercy I adore.

Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay

The hardest labours of the road. 50 pake this on 3 In each event of life, how clear

HYMN 187. (IV. 4.)
Thy ruling hand I see!

" I would not live alway.Job vii. 16. And if ll be not true) Bach blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferr'd by thee.

to stay 4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days, Where storm after storm rises dark o'er In ev'ry pain I bear,

the way;

The few lurid mornings that dawn on
POR a close My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer,

us here flight to shine or 5 When gladness wings my favour'dAre enough for life's woes, full enougb Tly love my thoughts shall fill:[hour,

for its cheer. : Where is the thing Resign'd when storms of sorrow low'r, 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'i My soul shall meet thy will.

by sin,

Temptation without, and corruption Where is the son 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gath'ring storm shall see ;

within : That heart will rest on thee.

with fears, 3 What peaceful belt My steadfast heart shall know no fear. E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled

HYMN 185.

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its gloom;

HYMN 190. (S. M.) There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me

Job xiv. 11-14. arise, To bail kim in triumph descending the THE.gighty

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Can ne'er recall its waters lost 4 Who, who would live alway, away

From that abyss again : from his God; Away from yon heaven, that blissful 2 So days, and years, and time, abode,

Descending down to night, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er Can thenceforth never more return the bright plains,

Back to the sphere of ligbt: And the noontide of glory eternally 3 and man, when in the grave, reigns:

Can never quit its gloom, 5 Where the saints of all ages in har. Until th' eternal morn shall wake

The slumber of the tomb. mony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported 4 O may I find in death to greet;

A hiding-place with God, While the anthems of rapture unceas. Secure from wo and sin; till called ingly roll,

To share his bless'd abode !! And the smile of the Lord is the feast 5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait, of the soul!

Through toil, and care, and griet,
Till my appointed course is run,

And death shall bring relief.

HYMN 191.
HYMN 188.

(C. M.)
Job xiv. 1, 2.5, 6.

Quit, О quit this mortal frame!

Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, EW are thy days, and full of wo, O the pain, the bliss, lof dying!

! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strise, Thy doom is written, “Dust thou art, And let me languish into life. To dust thou shalt return.".

2 Hark! they whisper! angels say, 2 Behold the emblem of thy state Sister spirit, come away!

In flow'rs that bloom and die, What is this absorbs me quiteOr in the shadow's fleeting form Steals my senses, shuts my sight,

That mocks the gazer's eye. Drowns my spirit, draws my breath8 Determin'd are the days that fly

Tell me, niy soul, can this be death? Successive o'er thy hcad;

3 The world recedes, it disappears! The number'd hour is on the wing Heav'n opens on my eyes ! iny ears.

That lays thee with the dead. With sounds seraphic ring! 4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath, Lend, lend your wings ! I mount! Ify The short allotted span

O grave, where is thy victory! That bounds the few and weary days

o death, where is thy sting! of pilgrimage to man.

HYMN 189. (C. M.)

HYMN 192. (C. M.)
ARK! from the tombs a mournful
Haine tears attend

the cry! (sound! W"Berishën' with guilt and fear, “ Ye living men, come view the ground I see my Maker, face to face; Where you must shortly lie.

O how shall I appear! 2 “Princes, this clay must be your bed, 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, In spite of all your tow'rs;

And mercy may be sought, The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head My heart with inward horror shrinks, Must lie as low as ours."

And trembles at the thought ;3 Great God! is this our certain doom? 3 When thou, O Lord, shall stand disAnd are we still secure ?

In majesty severe,

[clos'd Still walking downward to the tomb, And sit in judgment on my soul, And yet prepare no more?

O how shall I appear! 4 Grantus the pow'r of quick’ning grace 4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, To raise our souls to thee,

Who does her sins lament, That we may view thy glorious face That faith in Christ's atoning blood To all eternity.

Shall endless wo prevent.

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