2 Night unto Night his Name repeats, Wide as the Heav'n on which he fits 3 'Tis he fupports my mortal Frame, 4 Great God, let all my Hours be thine, Then fhall my Sun in Smiles decline, I HOSANNAH, with a cheerful Sound, to God's upholding Hand; Ten thousand Snares attend us round, 2 That was a moft amazing Pow'r, 3 The Ev'ning refts our weary Head, For Death ftands ready at the Door to make our Lives his Prey. 5 God is our Sun whofe daily Light our Joy and Safety brings; Our feeble Frames lie fate at Night, beneath his guardian Wings. WELCOME, sweet Day of reft, That faw the Lord arife; Welcome to this reviving Breaft, 2 The King himself comes near, 3 4 Here we may fit, and fee him here, Where our dear God hath been, My willing Soul would stay, And fit, and fing herself away, HYMN XXIV. AWAKE, our drowsy Souls, Shake off each flothful Band, Harmonious Songs of Seraphs grace. 2 At thy approaching Dawn Reluctant Death refign'd, The glorious Prince of Life 3 Her dark Domains confin'd. All hail, triumphant Lord, Heav'n wi.h Hofannas rings; While Earth in humbler Strains, Thy Praise refponfive fings: Worthy art thou who once waft flain, Through endless Years to live and reign. 4 Gird on, O God, thy Sword, Afcend thy conqu'ring Carr, While Juftice, Truth and Love, Maintain the glorious War. Victorious thou thy Foes that tread, And Sin and Hell in Triumph-lead. 5 Make bare thy potent Arm, And wing th' unerring Dart, With falutary Pangs, To each rebellious Heart. Then willing Souls fhall round thee bow, Num'rous as Drops of morning Dew. HYMN I GR HYMN XXV. REAT God, this facred Day of thine, May we employ in Work divine, Thefe folemn, thefe devoted Hours! The Grace which calls us to thy Throne! The Grace which calls us to thy Throne. HYMN HYMN XXVI. I ARISE betimes and praise the Lord; Be all Attention to his Word; Call on his Name with fervent Prayer; 2 Each Moment piously improve; For Friends and Foes breathe ardent Love; 3 In Virtue's Dress adorn my Life; Yet lay up Store with frugal Care; HYMN |