4 But pleasures more refin'd 5 How new thy mercies then! PAUSE. 6 Now we expect a day Still brighter far than this, 7 There rapturous scenes of joy 8 Beneath thy balmy wing, Our happy souls shall sit and sing 9 Nor shall that radiant day In evening shadows die away, 10 How various and how new CCXXXI. C. M. NEW SELEC. 1 THOU Son of God, whose flaming èyes Our inmost thoughts perceive, Accept the evening sacrifice, 3 Is here a soul that knows thee not, 4 Extort the cry, "What must be done 5 For faith may he incessant cry, CCXXXII C. M. NEW SELEC. Jesus ever the same. LORD, how lovely is thy name, 2 No change of mind our Jesus knows, A true and constant friend! Where once the Lord his love bestows, He loves unto the end. s Dear Saviour, let my spirit rest Thy daily care to make me blest, 1 CCXXXIII. S. M. NEW SELEC. THE Evening Hymn. HE day is past and gone; 2 We lay our garments by, So death will soon disrobe us all Lord, keep us safe this night, 4 And when we early rise, And view th' unclouded sun, 5 And when our days are past, i CCXXXIV. L. M. NEW SELEC. THUS HUS far the Lord hath led me on, Thus far his pow'r prolongs my days, And ev'ry ev❜ning shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. ? Much of my time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my home; Put he forgives my follies past, He gives me strength for days to come. 3 In vain the sons of earth or hell Tell me a thousand frightful things; 4 [Faith in his name forbids my fear; 5 Thus, when the night of death shall come, CCXXXV. C. M. SONGS IN THE NIGHT. Saturday night. BEGONE my worldly cares away! Let me begin th' ensuing day 2 Yes, let the work of prayer and praise 3 Let the past mercies of the week Nor let my tongue refuse to speak 4 Jesus!-how pleasing is the sound; Why is my heart so lifeless found? 5 Forgive my dullness, dearest Lord, Prepare me to attend thy word, T'improve the sacred hours. 6 On wings of expectation borne, My hopes to heaven ascend: I long to welcome in the morn, The day with thee to spend. PUBLIC WORSHIP. CCXXXVI. 148th. B. FRANCIS. 1 TN sweet exalted strains The king of glory praise; He, with a nod, the world controls, And wide his glories shine: 3 Then, King of glory come, And with thy favor crown 4 Here, may thine ears attend Our interceding cries, And grateful praise ascend All fragrance to the skies: Here may thy word melodious sound, |