Thy beatific face display;

Thy presence is the perfect day.

496 Athol-p. 132.]

E lift our hearts to thee,

Day-star from on high!

The sun itself is but thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. 2 O let thy orient beams

The night of sin disperse, The mists of error and of vice "Which shade the universe!

S. M.

3 How beauteous nature now !
How dark and sad before!
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore.

4 O may no gloomy crime

Pollute the rising day;

Or Jesus' blood, like evening dew,
Wash all its stains away!

5 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past;
And live this short revolving day,
As if it were our last.

6 To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit, One in Three,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall for ever be.

497

Coronation-p. 28.]

C. M.

ALL praise to Him who dwells in bliss,

Who made both day and night;

Whose throne is darkness in th' abyss
Of uncreated light.

2 Each thought and deed, his piercing eyes With strictest search survey;

The deepest shades no more disguise,
Than the full blaze of day.

3 Whom thou dost guard, O King of kings, No evil shall molest: Under the shadow of thy wings

Shall they securely rest.

4 Thy angels shall around their beds Their constant stations keep:

Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads,
For thou dost never sleep.

5 May we with calm and sweet repose,
And heavenly thoughts refresh'd,
Our eyelids with the morn unclose,
And bless thee, ever bless'd.

498

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IVER and Guardian of my sleep,
To praise thy name I wake :

Still, Lord, thy helpless servant keep,
For thine own mercy's sake.

2 The blessing of another day
I thankfully receive :
O may I only thee obey,

And to thy glory live!

3 Vouchsafe to keep my soul from sin,
Its cruel power suspend,

Till all this strife and war within
In perfect peace shall end.

4 Upon me lay thy mighty hand,
My words and thoughts restrain;
Bow my whole soul to thy command,
Nor let my faith be vain.

5 Pris'ner of hope, I wait the hour
Which shall salvation bring;

When all I am shall own thy power,
And call my Jesus King.

499 Framingham-p.166.] 1st P.M. 6 lines 8s.

W Thy book be my companion'

THEN quiet in my house I sit,

still;

My joy, thy sayings to repeat,
Talk o'er the records of thy will,
And search the oracles divine,
Till every heartfelt word be mine.
2 O may the gracious words divine
Subject of all my converse be!
So will the Lord his follower join,
And walk and talk himself with me;
So shall my heart his presence prove,
And burn with everlasting love.

3 Oft as I lay me down to rest,
O may the reconciling word
Sweetly compose my weary breast;
While on the bosom of my
Lord
I sink in blissful dreams away,
And visions of eternal day.

4 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise,
Thee may I publish all day long;
And let thy precious word of grace
Flow from my heart and fill my tongue :
Fill all my life with purest love,

And join me to the church above.

500 Howard-p. 1.]

C. M.

NCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To Him that rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats ;
The day renews the sound:

Wide as the heavens on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins might rouse his wrath to flame,
But yet his wrath delays..

4 O God, let all my hours be thine,
While I enjoy the light;

Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasing night.

501

Westford-p. 47.] C. M.

LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray,

I am for ever thine :

I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin.

2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.

3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

502

Colchester-p. 55.] C. M.

LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high:

To thee will I direct my prayer,

To thee lift up

mine eye.

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting, at the Father's throne,
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand,
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

5 Now to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;

I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

503

SE

Margate-p. 132.]

EE how the morning sun
Pursues his shining way;

S. M.

And wide proclaims his Maker's praise

With every bright'ning ray.

2 Thus would my rising soul

Its heavenly Parent sing;

And to its great Original
The humble tribute bring.
3 Serene I laid me down,
Beneath his guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind Preserver near!

4 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to thee;
And in thy service I would spend
A long eternity.