3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, As we before thee pray;

For thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are less than they.

4 Oh, let thy grace perform its part,
And let contention cease;
And shed abroad in ev'ry heart
Thine everlasting peace.
HYMN 512.

S. M.

Yarmouth. Wirksworth.

1 THE day is past and gone,
The ev'ning shades appear;
Oh, may I ever keep in mind,
The night of death draws near.
2 I lay my garments by,

Upon my bed to rest;

So death will soon remove me hence,
And leave my soul undress'd.

3 Lord, keep me safe this night,
Secure from all my fears;
May angels guard me while I sleep,
Till morning light appears.

4 And when I early rise,

To view th' unwearied sun,
May I set out to win the prize,
And after glory run:

5 That when my days are past,
And I from time remove,

Lord, I may in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.

Collyer.

HYMN 513. L. M.

Old Hundred. Kent.

1 THE night shall hear me raise my song, And in her silent courts my tongue

Shall pour the solitary lay,

For all the mercies of the day.

2 Nor will my God disdain to hear The sigh I breathe—the fervent pray'r; When, sinking to oblivious rest,

I seek the pillow of his breast.

3 And when the blushing morn shall rise, To tinge with gold the eastern skies; With strength renew'd, my thankful lay Shall hail the new-born beams of day. HYMN 514. 8s.

Bethany. Lambeth.

Toplady.

1 INSPIRER and Hearer of pray'r,
Before whom a sinner may bend;
My all to thy covenant care,

I sleeping or waking commend.
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.
3 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.

4 He smiles, and my comforts abound;
His grace as the dew shall descend;
And walls of salvation surround
The soul he delights to defend,

HYMN 515. C. M.

Clarendon. Bray.

Saturday night.

1 BEGONE, my worldly cares, away,
Nor dare to tempt my sight;
Let me begin th' ensuing day,
Before I end this night.

2 Yes, let the work of pray'r and praise
Employ my heart and tongue;
Begin, my soul;-thy Sabbath days
Čan never be too long.

3 Let the past mercies of the week
Excite a grateful frame;

Nor let my tongue refuse to speak
Some good of Jesus' name.
4 On wings of expectation borne,
My hopes to heav'n ascend;
I long to welcome in the morn.
With thee the day to spend.
HYMN 516. L. M.

Stennett.

Quercy Portugal. Blendon.

The Sabbath.

1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest-
Improve the day thy God has bless'd.

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of heav'n,

And gives this day the food of sev'n. 3 0, that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies;

And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 4 This heav'nly calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 5 In holy duties let the day,

In holy pleasures, pass away;

How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
HYMN 517.

C. M.

Clarendon. Clifford. Springfield.

1 WHEN, on the third auspicious day,
While yet the blushing dawn
Shed forth its earliest smiling ray
To gild the rising morn;

2 The "holy women" sought the place
Where their belov'd was laid,"

And shining angels preach'd the grace
That rais'd him from the dead;

3 They hasted from the hallow'd ground, Where his dear flesh had lain,

To tell his mourning friends around,
That Jesus lives again.

4 This day, as days of older time,
Is one of heav'nly joy;
Good tidings reach to ev'ry clime,
And ev'ry tongue employ..

HYMN 518.

C. M.

Barby. Mear. York.

Brown.

Evening of the Lord's day.

1 FREQUENT the day of God returns
To shed its quick'ning beams;
And yet how slow devotion burns;
How languid are its flames!

2 Accept our faint attempts to love-
Our frailties, Lord, forgive;

We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend,

Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,
The Sabbath ne'er shall end;

4 Where we shall breathe in heav'nly air,
With heav'nly lustre shine;
Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine.

HYMN 519.

L. M.

Doddridge.

Antigua. Winchester.

The Eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9.

1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above;