Page images

2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I perbaps am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past,
He gives me strength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to sleep,

Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well-appointed angels keep,

Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 In vain the sons of earth or hell,

Tell me a thousand frightful things ;
My God in safety makes me dwell,

Beneath the shadow of thy wings.
5 Faith in his name forbids my fear:

O may thy presence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear,

The love and kindness of thy heart. 6 Thus when the night of death shall come,

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.

101. Morning or Evening. (L. M.) IMY God, how endless is thy love;

W Thy gifts are every 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 powers.

3 I yield my powers to thy command,

To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thine hand,
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

102. A Morning Song. (C. M.)
1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day

Salutes thy waking eyes,
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay,

To bim that rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats,

The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heav'n on which he sits,

To turn the seasons round.
3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame,

My tongue shall speak his praise ;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,

And yet his wrath delays. 4 On a poor worm thy power might tread,

And I could ne'er withstand ;
Thy justice might have crush'd me dead,

But mercy held thine hand.
5 A thousand wretched souls are fled,

Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou length’nest out my thread,

And yet my moments run.
6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine,

While I enjoy the light,
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,

And bring a pleasant night.

[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small]

2 Thrungi al die dangers si tie dar,

The band was stil me zsard, Abd 5.1 s drite my raat asay

Thy mercy stood prepar d.
3 Perpetual blessings from abore,

Ecompass me around,
But O bow fet returns of love,

Hath my Creator found!
4 What have I done for him that dy'd,

To save my wretched soul? How are my follies multiply'd,

Fast as my minutes roll!

5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine,

To thy dear cross I flee;
And to thy grace my soul resign,

To be renew'd by thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood,

I lay me down to rest,
As in th' embraces of my God,

Or on my Saviour's breast.


Morning or Evening. (C. M.)

1 LTOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,

11 To God's upholding hand,
Ten thousand snares attend us round,

And yet secure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing power,

That rais'd us with a word,
And every day, and every hour,

We lean upon the Lord.

3 The evening rests our weary head,

And angels guard the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed,

That was not made our tomb.

4 The rising morning can't assure

That we shall end the day,
For death stands ready at the door,

To seize our lives away,

5 Our breath is forfeited by sin

To God's avenging law:
We own thy grace, Immortal King,

In every gasp we draw.

6 God is our sun, whose daily light

Our joy and safety brings :
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night,

Beneath his shady wings.

God's Goodness renewed every Morning and

Evening. (C.M.) IrREAT God, my early vows to thee,

W With gratitude I'll bring, And at the rosy dawn of day,

Thy lofty praises sing.
2 Thou round the heav'nly arch dost draw

A dark and sable veil,
And all the beauties of the world,

From mortal eyes conceal.
3 Again the sky with golden beams,

Thy skilful hands adorn,
And paint with cheerful splendour gay,

The fair ascending morn.
4 And as the gloomy night returns,

Or smiling day renews,
Thy constant goodness still my soul

With benefits pursues.
5 For this will I my vows to thee

With ev’ning incense bring; And at the rosy dawn of day,

Thy lofty praises sing.


Evening Hymn. (L. M.)

ICLORY to thee, my God, this night,

For all the blessings of the light: Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings.

« PreviousContinue »