I long to welcome in the morn,
With thee the day to spend.
HYMN. 7's.
Sabbath-Eve. Heb. iv. 9.
1 SAFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
On th' approaching Sabbath day.
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.
2 When the morn shall bid us rise,
May we feel thy presence near!
May thy glory meet our eyes
When we in thy house appear!
There afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.
MORNING OR EVENING HYMNS.
A Hymn for Morning or Evening.
1 MY God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new;
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs.
3 I yield my pow'rs to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
1 HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand;
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing pow'r
That rais'd us with a word;
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,
We lean upon the Lord.
3 The rising morn cannot assure
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door
To hurry us away.
4 Our life is forfeited by sin
To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King,
In ev'ry breath we draw.
5 God is our sun-whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble frame lies safe at night,
Beneath his shady wings.
1 ON thee, each morring, O my God,
My waking thoughts attend;
In thee are founded all my hopes,
In thee my wishes end.
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;
And, fir'd with grateful zeal, prepares
A sacrifice of praise.
3 When ev'ning slumbers press my eyes, With his protection blest,
In peace and safety I commit
My weary limbs to rest.
4 My spirit, in his hand secure,
Fears no approaching ill;
For, whether waking or asleep,
Thou, Lord, art with me still.
1 MY God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thine house;
And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice.
2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From ev'ry rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path, where sinners lead.
3 Oh, may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite, and reprove my wandering way;
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.
4 When I behold them press'd with grief,
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;
And by my warm petitions, prove
How much I prize their faithful love.
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 Oh, may each future age proclaim
The honours of thy glorious name;
While, pleas'd and thankful, we remove
To join the family above.
1 BLEST be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
2 Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts, and our cares.
3 We share our mutual woes:
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often from each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
4 When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
1 LO! what an entertaining sight,
Those friendly brethren prove,
Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite,
Of harmony and love!
2 Where streams of bliss from Christ the spring, Descend to every soul;
And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole.
3 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,
Where God his mildest glory shows,
And makes his grace distil.
1 BLEST are the sons of peace,
Whose hearts and hopes are one; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run.
2 Blest is the pious house,
Where zeal and friendship meet;
Their songs of praise-their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.
3 From those celestial springs
Such streams of pleasure flow,
As no increase of riches brings,
Nor honours can bestow.
4 Thus on the heav'nly hills
The saints are blest above;
Where joy, like morning dew, distils,
And all the air is love.
1 HOW pleasant 'tis to see
Kindred and friends agree,
Each in his proper station move;
And each fulfil his part,
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love!
2 Like fruitful showers of rain,
That water all the plain,
Descending from the neighbouring hills;
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly soul,
Where love, like heav'nly dew, distils.
1 AUTHOR of good-to thee we turn:
Thine ever wakeful eye
Alone can all our wants discern-
Thy hand alone supply.
2 O let thy love within us dwell,
Thy fear our footsteps guide;
That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear all fears beside.
3 And O, by error's force subdued,
Since oft, by stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill;-
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