Thy beatific face display ;
Thy presence is the perfect day.

Athol--p. 132.] S. M.
TE lift our hearts to thee,

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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 !
3 How beauteous nature now!

How dark and sad before !
With joy we view the pleasing change,

And nature's God adore.
4 0 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,

And shall for ever be. 497 Coronation-p. 28.] C. M. A praise to Him who dwells in bliss,

; Whose throne is darkness in th' abyss

Of uncreated light. 2 Each thought and deed, his piercing eyes

With strictest search survey ;

is now,

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 Barby-p. 33.] C. M.

IVER and Guardian of my sleep,


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. WH

THEN quiet in my house I sit,

Thy book be my companion 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 Howardp. 1.]

C. M.
ONS Pates thy waking eyes;

NCE more, my soul, the rising day
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. ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray, 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 mythoughts eomposed 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 To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift

up mine


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

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

Margate-p. 132.] S. M. EE how the morning sun

Pursues his shining way ; 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.


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