Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus accepted gifts to bring,
Love to thee, and all mankind.
HYMN 511. C. M. [b]
Humiliation and Prayer.
1 HERE in thy temple, Lord, we meet, And bow before thy throne;
Abased and guilty at thy feet,
We seek thy grace alone.
2 Our sins rise in dread array,
And fill our hearts with fear;
Our trembling spirits melt away,
But find no helper near.
3 Still, Lord, thy mercy's rich and free, And runs an endless round,
A boundless, purifying sea,
Where all our sins are drowned.
4 O send thy pity from on high
With pardon all-divine ;
Bring now thy gracious spirit nigh,
And make us wholly thine.
5 We humbly mourn our follies past,
Each guilty path deplore;
Resolved, while feeble life shall last,
To tread those paths no more.
HYMN 512. C. M. [b]
The humble Suppliant trusting in God. 1 O LORD, my Rock, to thee I cry, In sighs consume my breath; Hear me, O God, nor let me be Like those who sleep in death. 2 Regard my supplication, Lord, The cries that I repeat,
With weeping eyes and lifted hands,
Before thy mercy-seat.
3 My soul, with gratitude inspired,
Thy praises will resound;
From thee the cries of my distress
A gracious answer found.
4 As thou hast filled my heart with joy,
"Tis just that I should raise
The cheerful tribute of my thanks,
And celebrate thy praise.
HYMN 513. L. M. [b]
Penitence and Forgiveness.
1 HAVE mercy on me, O my God,
In loving kindness hear my prayer ;
Withdraw the terror of thy rod;
Lord, in thy tender mercy spare.
2 Offences rise where'er I look,
But I confess their guilt to thee;
Blot my transgressions from thy book;
Wash me from all iniquity.
3 Not streaming blood nor cleansing fire
Thy seeming anger can appease;
Burnt-offerings thou dost not require,
Or gladly I would render these.
4 The broken heart in sacrifice,
Alone, will thine acceptance meet;
My heart, O God, do not despise,
Abased and contrite at thy feet.
5 Thy consolations, as of old,
Now to my troubled mind restore;
By thy free spirit's might uphold
And guide my steps, to fall no more.
HYMN 514. L. M. [#] Morning Meditations. 1 IN sleep's serene oblivion laid, I safely passed the silent night; Again I see the breaking shade, Again behold the morning light. 2 New-born, I bless the waking hour; Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; My conscious soul resumes her power, And soars, my guardian God, to thee. 3 O guide me through the various maze
My doubtful feet are doomed to tread,
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze Where dangers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress;
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.
5 That deeper shade shall break away;
That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes;
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love the rapture of the skies.
HYMN 515. 8 s. M. [#]
Morning Praise.
1 LAUDED be thy name forever,
Thou of life the Guard and Giver! ·
Thou who slumberest not, nor sleepest,
Blest are they thou kindly keepest!
God of stillness and of motion,
Of the rainbow and the ocean,
Of the mountain, rock, and river,
Hallowed be thy name forever!
2 God of evening's yellow ray,
God of yonder dawning day,
That rises from the distant sea
Like breathings of eternity!
Thine the flaming sphere of light,
Thine the darkness of the night:
God of life, that fadeth never,
Glory to thy name forever!
HYMN 516. L. M. [#]
Morning Devotion.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Illumined by the light divine,
Let thine own light to others shine;
Reflect all heaven's propitious rays,
In ardent love and cheerful praise.
3 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
4 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
HYMN 517. C. M. [#]
Morning or Evening Hymn.
1 ON thee, each morning, O my God,
My waking thoughts attend,
In whom are founded all my hopes,
In whom my wishes end.
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;
And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares
Her sacrifice of praise.
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