When will the mournful night be gone? When shall my joys arise?
2 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy promise is my stay;
Here would I rest till light returns: Thy presence makes my day.
3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace Relieve my aching heart;
O smile, and bid my sorrows cease, And all their gloom depart,
4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise And bless thy healing rays,
And change these deep complaining sighs For songs of sacred praise,
HYMN 159.
Psalm xlii. 1—5.
1 AS, panting in the sultry beam, The hart desires the cooling stream, So to thy presence, Lord, I flee, So longs my soul, O God, for thee; Athirst to taste, thy living grace, And see thy glory, face to face, 2 But rising griefs distress my soul, And tears on tears successive roll; For many an evil voice is near, To chide my wo, and mock my fear; And silent mem'ry weeps alone
O'er hours of peace and gladness flown.
3 For I have walk'd the happy round
That 'circles Zion's holy ground,
And gladly swell'd the choral lays,
That hymn'd iny great Redeemer's praise, What time the hallow'd arches rung Responsive to the solemn song.
4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest, Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast? Turn, turn to Him, in ev'ry pain,
Whom suppliants never sought in vain ; Thy strength, in joy's extatic day, Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away,
A compassionate High Priest. Hebrews iv. 15.
1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienc'd ev'ry human pain;
He feels my griefs, he sees my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the ill I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r, Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour. 3 When vexing thoughts within me rise, And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies; Then he, who once vouchsaf'd to bear The sick'ning anguish of despair, Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, For thou did'st weep o'er Laz'rus dead.
5 And, oh! when I have safely past Through ev'ry conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My bed of death-for thou hast died; Then point to realms of endless day, And wipe the latest tear away.
HYMN 161.
Sanctified Affliction.
1 LORD! unafflicted, undismay'd, In pleasure's path how long I stray'd, But thou hast made me feel thy rod! And turn'd my soul to thee, my God.
2 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart,` I bless thy hand that caus'd the smart; It taught my tears awhile to flow,
But sav'd me from eternal wo!
8 Oh! hadst thou left me unchastis'd, Thy precepts I had still despis'd, And still the snare in secret laid Had my unwary feet betray'd. 4 I love thy chast'nings, O my God, They fix my hopes on thy abode; Where, in thy presence fully blest, Thy stricken saints for ever rest.
HYMN 162.
Daily Dependance.
1 WHEN streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes,
O Sun of righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine; Chase the dark clouds of sin away, And turn my darkness into day.
2 When to heav'n's great and glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring;
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, Ask mercy, Saviour, in thy name; My conscience sprinkle with thy blood, And be my advocate with God.
3 As ev'ry 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 pure example mine. 4 When pain transfixes ev'ry part, Or 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 destructive 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 varied blessings in my store; O keep me from the ills that wait On such a seeming prosp'rous state: From hurtful passions set me free, And humbly may I walk with thee.
7 When each day's scenes and labours close, And weari'd nature seeks repose, With pard'ning 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, thy heav'nly 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.
"I have set God always before me."
1 SAVIOUR! when night involves the skies, My soul, adoring, turns to thee! Thee, self-abas'd in mortal guise,
And wrapt in shades of death for me. 2 On thee my waking raptures dwell, When crimson gleams the east adorn, Thee, victor of the grave and hell,
Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays, To thee, my soul triumphant springs; Thee, thron'd in glory's endless blaze, Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings, 4 O'er earth, when shades of ev'ning steal, To death and thee my thoughts I give; To death, whose pow'r I soon must feel, To thee, with whom I trust to live,
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily course of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past; Live this day, as if 'twere thy last: T'improve thy talents take due care; 'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noon-day clear; Think how th' all-seeing God, thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys, 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part; Who all night long unwearied sing, "Glory to thee, eternal King." 5 I wake, I wake, ye heav'nly choir; May your devotion me inspire;
That I like you my age may spend, Like you may on my God attend. 6 May I like you in God delight, Have all day long my God in sight; Perform like you my Maker's will: O! may I never more do ill.
7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept: Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake.
8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first spring of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill.
9 Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say,
That all my pow'rs, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.
10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, y' angelic host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
1 ARISE, my soul! with rapture rise! And, fill'd with love and fear, adore The awful Sov'reign of the skies,
Whose mercy lends me one day more.
2 And may this day, indulgent Pow'r! Not idly pass, nor fruitless be; But may each swiftly flying hour Still nearer bring my soul to Thee!
3 But can it be? that Pow'r divine
Is thron'd in light's unbounded blaze; And countless worlds and angels join To swell the glorious song of praise: 4 And will he deign to lend an ear,
When I, poor abject mortal, pray? Yes, boundless goodness! he will hear, Nor cast the meanest wretch away.
5 Then let me serve thee all my days,
And may my zeal with years increase: For pleasant, Lord, are all thy ways, And all thy paths are paths of peace.
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