O THOU from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my heart to Thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Dear Lord, remember me!

When on my fearful, burdened heart,
My sins lie heavily,

My pardon speak, Thy peace impart,
In love remember me!

If strong temptations crowd my way,
And ills I cannot flee,

O give me strength, Lord, as my day,
For good remember me!

If torn with pain, disease, or grief,
This feeble body be,

Give patience, rest, and kind relief,
Hear and remember me

If shame my lot, for Thy dear name,
And foul reproaches be;

All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If Thou remember me!

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And when at last I sink in death,

And meet Thy just decree :

Then, Saviour, mark my trembling breath,
And still remember me.

HAWEIS.

EVENING.

O LORD, another day is flown,
And we, a lonely band,

Are met once more before Thy Throne,
To bless Thy fostering hand.

And wilt Thou lend a listening ear

To praises low as ours?

Thou wilt for Thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.

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.

O let Thy grace perform its part,
And let contentions cease;

And shed abroad in every heart

Thine everlasting peace.

Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely Thine,

A flock by Jesus led,

The Sun of holiness shall shine

In glory on our head.

And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet,
And Thou wilt bless our way,

Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of endless day.

KIRKE WHITE.

79

CONFESSION.

O LORD my God, in mercy turn,
In mercy hear a sinner mourn!
To Thee I call, to Thee I cry,
O leave me, leave me not to die!

O pleasures past, what are ye now
But thorns about my bleeding brow!
Spectres that hover round my brain,
And aggravate and mock my pain.

For pleasure I have given my soul;
Now justice let thy thunders roll;
Now, vengeance, smile-and with a blow
Lay the rebellious ingrate low.

Yet Jesus, Jesus! there I'll cling,
I'll crouch beneath His sheltering wing;
I'll clasp the cross, and, holding there,
Even me, O bliss! his love may spare.

KIRKE WHITE.

80 TURN NOT THY FACE AWAY.

O LORD, turn not Thy face away
From them that lowly lie,
Lamenting sore their sinful life
With tears and bitter cry;
Thy mercy gates are open wide
To them that mourn their sin;
O shut them not against us, Lord,
But let us enter in.

We need not to confess our fault,
For surely Thou canst tell;
What we have done, and what we are,
Thou knowest very well;

Wherefore, to beg and to entreat,

With tears we come to Thee,

As children that have done amiss
Fall at their father's knee.

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And need we then, O Lord repeat
The blessing that we crave,
When Thou dost know, before we speak,
The thing that we would have?
Mercy, O Lord, mercy we ask,

This is the total sum;

For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer;
O let Thy mercy come!

MARDLEY, (1562) VARIED BY HEBER.

MORNING.

Он, timely happy, timely wise,

Hearts that with rising morn arise;
Eyes that the beam celestial view,
Which evermore makes all things new.

New every morning is the love

Our waking and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.

New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;

New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.

If on our daily course our mind

Be set to hallow all we find,