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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