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!
o Night of sin will be no more,
When we reach the heavenly shore. HART.COL.
1 LORY 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 Olet my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close:
Sleep that shall me more vigorous 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 whence all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN 202. 8s. Bethany. [*]
An Evening Hymn.,
[NSPIRER and Hearer of Prayer,
Iron Feeder and Guardian of thine;
My all to thy covenant care,
I, sleeping or waking, resign.
o 2 If thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no darkness to me;
And fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.
e 3 A sov'reign Protector I have,
Unseen, yet forever at hand;
Unchangeably faithful to save,
Almighty to rule and command.
-4 From evil secure, and its dread;
I rest, if my Saviour be nigh;
And songs his kind presence indeed,
Shall in the night season supply.
o 5 His smiles and his comforts abound,
His grace as the dew shall descend;
o And wells of salvation surround,
The soul he delights to defend.
HYMN 203. C. M. Barby. [*]
A Hymn for Morning or Evening.
On thee, each morning, O my God,
My waking thoughts attend;
In whom are founded all my hopes,
In whom my wishes end.
e 2 My soul in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;
—And fir'd with grateful zeal, prepares
The sacrifice of praise.
e 3 When evening slumbers press my eyes,
With thy protection blest;
b In peace and safety I commit
My weary limbs to rest.
4 My spirit in thy hands secure,
Fears no approaching ill;
For whether waking, or asleep,
Thou, Lord, art with me still.
o 5 Then will I daily to the world
Thy wondrous acts proclaim;
Whilst all with me shall praise and sing,
And bless the Sacred Name.
e 6 At morn, at noon, at night I'll still
Thy growing work pursue;
s And thee alone will praise, to hom Eternal praise is due.
HYMN 204. L. P. M. Devotion.
Daily Duties. Dependence and Enjoyment. Rom. xiv, 8.-Morning or Evening.
WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies
The morning light salutes my eyes,
O Sun of Righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.
2 When, to heaven's great and glorious King, My morning sacrifice I bring;
And mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name:
Then, JESUS, sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God.
3 As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares;
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend:
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy great example mine.
4 When pain transfixes every part,
And languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseas'd, oppress'd,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
O great Physician! see my grief,
And grant thy servant sweet relief.
5 Should poverty's consuming blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low;
And neither help, nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Lord, pity, and supply my need,
For thou on earth wast poor indeed.
6 Should Providence profusely pour
Its various blessings in my store;
O keep me from the ills, that wait
On such a seeming prosperous state;
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with thee.
7 When each day's scenes and labours close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly bless'd,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.
8 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed:
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
"To see thy face, and sing thy praise."
HYMN 205 C. M. Barby. St. Ann's. [*b] Religion the One Thing needful.
1 Rof mortals here below;
ELIGION is the chief concern,
May I its great importance learn,
Its sov'reign virtue know.
2 More needful this than glitt'ring wealth,
Or aught the world bestows;
Not reputation, food, or health,
Can give us such repose.
3 Religion should our thoughts engage, Amidst our youthful bloom;
'Twill fit us for declining age,
And for the awful tomb.
4 O may my heart by grace renew'd,
Be my Redeemer's throne;
And be my stubborn will subdu'd,
His government to own.
5 Let deep repentance, faith and love,
Be joined with godly fear;
And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.
6 Preserve me from the snares of sin,
Through my remaining days;
And in me let each virtue shine,
To my Redeemer's praise.
7 Let lively hope my soul inspire;
Let warm affections rise;
And may I wait with strong desire,
To mount above the skies.
HYMN 206. C. M. Devizes. [*]
Wand blossoms deck the spray;
WHEN verdure clothes the fertile vale,
And fragrance breathes in every gale,
How sweet the vernal day!
e 2 Hark! how the feather'd warblers sing!
'Tis nature's cheerful voice;
e Soft music hails the lovely spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.
-3 How kind the influence of the skies!
The showers, with blessings fraught,
Bid virtue, beauty, fragrance rise,
And fix the roving thought.
e 4 Then let my wondering heart confess,
With gratitude and love,
The bounteous Hand that deigns to bless
The garden, field, and grove.
g 5 That bounteous Hand my thoughts adore,
Beyond expression kind,"
Hath better, nobler gifts in store,
To bless the craving mind.
e 6 O God of nature and of grace,
Thy heavenly gifts impart;
-Then shall my meditation trace
Spring, blooming in my heart.
o 7 Inspired to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song;
s And love and gratitude divine Attune my joyful song.
HYMN 207. 8s. Uxbridge. [*]
TOW sweetly along the gay mead,
The daisies and cowslips are seen!
The flocks as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the beautiful green!
2 The vines that encircle the bowers,
The herbage that springs from the sod,-
Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flowers,
All rise to the praise of my God.
e 3 Shall man the great master of all,
The only insensible prove?
d Forbid it, fair gratitude's callForbid it, devotion and love.
g 4 The Lord, who such wonders can raise, And still can destroy with a nod,
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