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4 I long for that delightful hour,
When from this clay undrest,
I shall be clothed in robes divine,
And made for ever blest. Mason.
HYMN 9. L. M. Oporto. [*]
1 Awake, my soul! and with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run,
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Lord! I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins like morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
3 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design to do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
4 Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, angelic
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. KENN.
HYMN 10. L. M. Pleyel's Hymn. [*]
1 Glory 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.
2 Forgive me, Lord! for thy dear Son,
The ill that I, this day, have done;
That with the world, myself and thee
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die that so I may,
Rise, glorious, at the awful day.
4 O! let my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close;
Sleep that shall me more vigourous make,
To serve my God when I awake.
5 If in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest;
No powers of darkness me molest.
6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. KENN,
HYMN 11. C. M. Peterborough. [*]
1 Once 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 prạise, My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.
4 A thousand wretched souls are fled
Since the last setting sun;
And yet thou length’nest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.
5 Dear God! let all my hours be thine.
Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant night. WATTS.
HYMN 12. L. M. Pilesgrove. [b*]
1 Thus far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days.
And every evening shall make known,
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And, I perhaps am near my home,
But he forgives my follies past,
And gives me strength for days to come.
3 1 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 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.
HYMN 13. L. M. Welis. [*]
Morning 1 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd my evening cry; Thou heard'st when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 2 Supported by thine heavenly aid, I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my soul afraid, Tho' I should wake and rise no more. 3 But God sustained me all the night, Salvation doth to God belong; He raised my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. WATTS.
HYMN 14. C. M. Reading. [*]
1 Lord! thou wilt hear me when I pray,
I am forever 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 compos’d to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep,
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
HYMN 15. 7s. Hotham. [*]
1 Now the shades of night are gone;
Now the morning light is come;
Lord! may we be thine to-day,
Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,
Banish doubt, and cleanse our sight;
In thy service, Lord! to-day,
Help us labour, help us pray.
3 Keep our haughty passions bound;
Save us from our foes around;
Going out, and coming in,
Keep us safe from every sin.
4 When our work of life is past,
O! receive us then at last,
Night of sin will be no more,
When we reach the heavenly shore. HARTFORD COL
HYMN 16. C. M. Zion. [b]
1 O Lord! another day is flown,
And we a little band,
Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fostering hand.
2 And wilt thou bend a listening ear,
To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt, for thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.
3 And, Jesus! thou thy smiles will deign,
As we before thee pray;
For thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are less than they.
4 O! let thy grace perform its part,
And let contention cease;
And shed abroad in every heart,
Thine everlasting peace.
5 Thus chasten'd, cleans’d, entirely thine,
A flock by Jesus led;
The Sun of holiness shall shine,
In glory on our head.
6 And thou wilt turn our wandering feet,
And thou wilt bless our way;
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of lasting day. KIRKE WHITE.
HYMN 17. L. M. Portugal. [*]
Morning or Evening.
1 My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every ev’ning 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 powers to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise. WATTS.
HYMN 18. C. M. Reading. [b]
1 Lord of my life! O, may thy praise
Employ my noblest powers;
Whose goodness lengthens out my days,
And fills the circling hours.
2 Preserv'd by thine almighty arm
I pass’d the shades of night, Serene and safe from every harm,
And see returning light. 3 O! let the same almighty care,
My waking hours attend; From every danger, every snare,
My heedless step defend. 4 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days, And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise. STEELE.
HYMN 19. C. M. Hymn Second. [*]
1 Indulgent God, whose bounteous care
O’er all thy works is shown!
O! let my grateful praise and prayer
Ascend before thy throne.
2 What mercies has this day bestow'd!
How largely hast thou blest! My cup with plenty overflow'd,
With cheerfulness my breast. 3 Now
soft slumbers close my eyes, From pain and sickness free; And let my wakeful thoughts arise
To meditate on thee. 4 Thus bless each future day and night,
Till life's vain scene is o'er; And then to realms of endless light, O! let my spirit soar. LIVERPOOL COL.