From ev'ry danger, ev'ry snare,
My heedless steps defend.
6 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.
112. L.M. MRS. STEELE.
1 GREAT GOD! to thee my ev'ning song, With humble gratitude, I raise:
O let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise!
2 My days unclouded, as they pass,
And ev'ry gently rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and power.
3 Thy love and power, celestial guard,
Preserve me from surrounding harms:
Can danger reach me, while the LORD
Extends his kind protecting arms?
4 Let cheering hope my eyelids close,
With sleep refresh my feeble frame,
Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name.
113. C.M. MRS. STEELE.
HE man of humble, upright heart,
As his peculiar care,
The LORD himself has set apart,
And when he calls will hear.
2 With pious awe your hearts survey,
And ev'ry sin repent ;
Let true contrition close the day,
And future guilt prevent.
3 Your sacrifice the LORD will own,
If thus you seek his face,
Thus humbly bow before his throne,
And trust his pard'ning grace.
114. C. M. LIVERPOOL COLLECTION.
1 INDULGENT GOD,' whose bounteous
O'er all thy works is shown!
O let my grateful praise and pray'r
Ascend before thy throne!
2 What mercies has this day bestow'd!
How largely hast thou blest!
My cup with plenty o'erflow'd,
With cheerfulness my breast.
3 Now may sweet slumbers close my eyes,
From pain and sickness free
And let my waking thoughts arise
To meditate on thee.
4 So bless each future day and night,
Till life's fond scene is o'er;
And then to realms of endless light
Enraptur'd let me soar.
EE! the bright monarch of the day
In ocean dips his beams,
While from his brow a parting ray
In milder glory streams.
2 The moon, pale empress of the night,
In sweet succession reigns,
And finely paints with silver light
The mountains, vales, and plains.
3 The planets in progression rise,
And shine from pole to pole:
Their pleasing course delights our eyes,
And charms th' attentive soul.
4 The starry arch in grandeur glows
Thro' all its ample round:
Great GOD! thy power no limit knows,
Thy wisdom knows no bound.
116. L.M. PARNELL.
1 BEHOLD! the day that dawns in air
Renews our usual toil and care,
As from the lap of night it springs,
With busy cares upon its wings.
2 Prepare to meet them with a mind,
That bows submissively resign'd:
That would to works appointed fall;
That knows that God has order'd all.
3 And whether with a small repast,
We break the sober morning fast;
Or, in our thoughts and houses lay
The future methods of the day:
4 Or early walk abroad to meet
Our business, with industrious feet:
Whate'er we think, whate'er we do,
His glory still be kept in view.
117. L. M. PARNELL.
Evening bymn.
LORD, as the evening shades arise
And chase the twilight from the skies, Thy wondrous bounty may we find, And share it with a grateful mind! 2 O! make our weary members blest, With sweet refreshment in their rest; And in the hours of darkness spread Thy guardian arms around our head. 3 Upon our knees, as here we bow, We pray the LORD of glory, now To fill our breasts, lest deadly sin Should cause a darker night within. 4 If thoughts on thee our souls employ, E'en darkness will afford us joy; Till thou shall call, and we shall soar, And part with darkness evermore.
118. L.M. HAWKESWORTH.
Morning hymn.
IN sleep's serene oblivion laid,
I safely pass'd the silent night:
Again I see the breaking shade,
I drink again the morning light.
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour;
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be;
My conscious soul resumes her pow'r,
And springs, my guardian GOD! to thee.
3 O guide me thro' the various maze
My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread ;
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze
Where dangers press around my head.
4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress;
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.
5. That deeper shade shall break away,
That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes:
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the rapture of the skies.
119. C.M. SELECT COLLECTION.
O thee let my first off'rings rise,
Whose sun creates my day,
Swift as his gladd'ning influence flies,
And spotless as his ray!
2 This day thy fav'ring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchsaf'd before;
Still may it lead, protect, supply,
And I that hand adore!
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