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 power,
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 vouchsafed 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 didst weep o'er Laz'rus dead.
5 And, oh when I have safely past
Through every 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. L. M.

Sanctified Affliction.

ORD! 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 pierced my fainting heart,
I bless thy hand that caused the smart;
It taught my tears awhile to flow,
But saved me from eternal wo.

3 Oh! hadst thou left me unchastised,
Thy precepts I had still despised,
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.

DAILY DEVOTION.

HYMN 162. II. 3.

Daily Dependence.

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 every 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 every part,
Or languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseased, 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 wearied nature seeks repose,
With pard'ning mercy richly blest,
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.

HYMN 163. L.M.

"I have set God always before me."-Psalm xvi. 9.

SAVIOUR, when night involves the skies,
My soul, adoring, turns to thee;
Thee, self-abased 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, throned in glory's endless blaze,
Thee, LORD of lords, and King of kings.
4 O'er earth, when shades of evening steal,
To death and thee, my thoughts I give;
To death, whose power I soon must feel,
To thee, with whom I trust to live.

HYMN 164. L.M.

Morning Hymn.

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 the 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 while 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 powers, 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.

ΑΡ

HYMN 165. L.M.

Morning.

RISE, my soul, with rapture rise, And, fill'd with love and fear, adore The awful Sovereign of the skies,

Whose mercy lends me one day more. 2 And may this day, indulgent Power! 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 Power divine

Is throned 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.

HYMN 166. C. M.

Morning.

Το thee let my first off'rings rise,

Whose sun creates the day,

Swift as his glad'ning influence flies,
And spotless as his ray.

2 This day, thy fav'ring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchsafed before;

Still may it lead, protect, supply,
And I that hand adore.

3 If bliss thy providence impart,
For which, resign'd, I pray,
Give me to feel a cheerful heart,
And grateful homage pay.

4 Affliction should thy love intend,
As vice or folly's cure,

Patient, to gain that gracious end,
May I the means endure.

5 Be this and every future day

Still wiser than the past;
And when I all my life survey,
May grace sustain at last.

HYMN 167. III. 1.

Morning.

NOW the shades of night are gone;

Now the morning light is come;
LORD, may we be thine to-day,
Drive the shades of sin away.

2 Fill our souls with heav'nly light,
Banish doubt and clear our sight;
In thy service, LORD, to-day,
May we labour, watch, and pray.
3 Keep our haughty passions bound;
Save us from our foes around;
Going out and coming in,
Keep us safe from every sin.

4 When our work of life is past,
O receive us then at last;

Night and sin will be no more,
When we reach the heav'nly shore.

GI

LORY to thee, my GoD, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own almighty wings.

2 Forgive me, LORD, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Triumphing rise at the last day.

4 0 may my soul on thee repose,

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close:
Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make
To serve my GOD, when I awake.

5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
6 O when shall I, in endless day,
For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns divine with angels sing,
Glory to thee, eternal King!

7 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.