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.

5 Then will I daily to the world
Thy wondrous acts proclaim;
Whilst all with me shall praises sing,
And bless thy sacred name.

6 At morn, at noon, at night I'll still
The growing work pursue;

And thee alone will praise, to whom
Eternal praise is due.

HYMN CCII.

Liverpool Collection.

Common Metre.

b

Resignation, or Good out of Evil.

IO RESIGNATION! heavenly power!
Our warmest thoughts engage;
Thou art the safest guide of youth,
The sole support of

age.

2 Teach us the hand of love divine
In evils to discern ;

'Tis the first lesson which we need,
The latest which we learn.

3 Is resignation's lesson hard ?
On trial we shall find

It makes us give up nothing more
Than anguish of the mind.

4 Resign, and all the pain of life
That moment we remove ;

Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears!
3 No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a gift withheld,
Nor wilt withhold, from me.

COWPER.

4 I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let every anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.

5 Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom,
And bid me wait serene,
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

6 My Father! O permit my heart
To plead her humble claim,
And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer's name.

HYMN CCI.

Mrs. STEELE.

Common Metre.

A Morning or Evening Hymn.

1 ON thee, each morning, O my God,
My waking thoughts attend;
In whom are founded all my hopes,
In whom my wishes end.

2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;

And, fir'd with grateful zeal, prepares
Her sacrifice of praise.

3 When evening slumbers press my eyes, With thy protection blest,

4 My God will pity my complaints,
And heal my broken bones;
He knows the meaning of his saints,
The language of their groans.

5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
And banish every fear;

He calls me to his throne of grace,
To spread my sorrows there.

WATTS.

HYMN CCIV. Long Metre.

On the dangerous Sickness of a Minister. IO THOU, before whose gracious throne We bow our suppliant spirits down ; Thou know'st the anxious cares we feel, And all our trembling lips would tell. 2 Thou only canst assuage our grief, And give our sorrowing hearts relief; In mercy then thy servant spare, Nor turn aside thy people's prayer. 3 Avert thy desolating stroke,

Nor smite the shepherd of the flock;
Restore him. sinking to the grave,
Stretch out thine arm, make haste to save.
4 Bound to each soul by tender ties,
In every heart his image lies;
Thy pitying aid, O God, impart,
Nor rend him from each bleeding heart.
5 But if our supplications fail,

And prayers and tears cannot prevail,
Be thou his strength, be thou his stay,,
Support him through the gloomy way.

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6 Around him may thy angels stand,
Waiting the signal of thy hand,
To bid his happy spirit rise,

And bear him to their native skies.

RIPPON'S Collection.

HYMN CCV. Common Metre.' or b The Christian's Resolution, founded on Jacob's Vow. Gen. xxviii. 20.

1 O THOU, by whose all bounteous hand
Thy people still are fed;

Who through life's weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led;

2 To thee our humble vow we raise,
To thee address our prayer;
And in thy kind, and faithful hand,
Deposite all our care.

3 If thou, through each perplexing path,
Wilt be our constant guide;

If thou wilt daily food supply,
And raiment wilt provide ;

4 If thou wilt spread thy shield around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's safe abode
Our souls arrive in peace;

5 To thee, as to our covenant God,
Ourselves we will resign;

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And count that all on earth we have,
And e'en our life is thine.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN CCVI.

Common Metre.

b

The contrite Heart.

1 O THOU, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;

Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye!

2 See! low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face;
Hast thou not said-Return?

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail,
To drive me from thy feet?
O let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat.

4 Absent from thee, my guide, my light,
Without one cheering ray,

Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way!

5 O shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divîne..

6 Thy presence only can bestow
Delights which never cloy;
Be this my comfort here below,
And my eternal joy.

HYMN CCVII. Long Metre.

Mrs. STEELE.

The Importance of Time.

1 O TIME, how few thy value weigh,

How few will estimate a day!

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