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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.)
Our ev'ning sacrifice.
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.
Evening. soul on thee
is past and
And may my weet Sleepe mine eyelids. The ay iningshades appear;
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,
Open fault, and secret sin.
With humble gratitude I raise : Shall for ever pass away;
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
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,
HYMN 176. (S. M.)
Prayer for Christian Graces.
JESS, my strength, my hope, They bring me but nearer to thee.
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,
Till I can all things do;
On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behin.
The baits of pleasing ill:
A soul inur'd to pain,
The consecrated cross.
3 I want a godly fear,
A quick, discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near 2 Those follies now no longer please,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepar'd,
And arm'd with jealous care,
And watching into prayer.
4 I want a heart to pray,
To pray and never cease,
Never to murmur at thy stay,
Or wish my suff'rings less;
This blessing, above all,
Always to pray, I want,
And never, never faint.
A single, steady aim,
To thee and thy great name;
For thine immortal praise ;
A pure desire that all' may learn
My succour and salvation, Lord, % Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far
Shall surely come from thee;
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.
HYMN 177. (III. 3.)
Prayer for Guidance.
Pilgrim through this barren lana 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend I am weak, but thou art mighty;
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On whom my hopes of heaven depend!! Hold me with thy pow'rful hand.
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2 Open now the crystal fountains,
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.
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.
That calls thee from on high;
"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?
Insensible as steel;
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.
And heal it, if it be.
HYMN 182. (C.M.)
FOR a closer walk with God,
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 ?
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:
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return, And on thyself rely;
Sweet messenger of rest; Assyr'd if I my trust betray,
I hate the sins that made thee moema, I shall for ever die.
And drove thee from my breast.
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'T's morto live without the cross ,
8 The dearest idol I have known, Joyful now my faith to show,
I find his service my reward,
Is light, for such a Lord.
Let others blindly fly,
So purer light shall mark the road In this evil world I dwell,
Nor fear its enmity: | Horebe in
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To which I inwardly retire;
And unconsum'd in fire.
of living, Lord, to thee,
Find their heav'n begun below,
And here thy goodness see;
Walk in all the works prepar'd
By thee to exercise their grace, 3 Did I meet no trials here,
Till they gain their full reward,
And see thee face to face.
HYMN 186. (L. M.)
Heaven seen by Faith.
, 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-
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.
4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay
To lead us on to thine a bode;
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.)
" 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 few lurid mornings that dawn on
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.
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
And the cup of thanksgiving with peni. Walking with God.
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And beal it, if it
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That leads me to this
Of Jesus and
SINCESS Orange ea ver outro reme, 3 I would notive alway; no-Welcome
How sweel en But now I feel
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Sweet messenge 1 hate the siostawa And drove the
And sin's strong fetters broke,
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the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not
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
, flood that rolle
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,
And death shall bring relief.
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 192. (C. M.)
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.