mp 5 Dear Saviour ! to thy cross,

I bring my sacrifice; < Tinged with thy blood, it shall ascend, mf With fragrance to the skies.

HYMN 582, C. M. 582

A Morning Song.
mf 1 ONCE more, my soul! the rising day
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Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice! thy tribute pay

To him wlio rules the skies.
2 Night into night his name repeats,

The day renews the sound ;-
Wide as the heaven, on which he sits

To turn the seasons round.
3 'T is he supports my mortal frame, -

My tongue shall speak his praise ;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,

And yet his wrath delays.
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4 A thousand wretched souls are fled,

Since the last setting sun;
And yet he lengthens out my thread,

And yet my moments run.
Ő Great God! let all my hours be thine,

Whilst I enjoy the light;

Then shall my sun in smiles decline, P

And bring a peaceful night.

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HYMN 583, L. M. 583

Morning Gratitude.
1
IN sleepis serene oblivion laid,

I safely passed the silent night; mf 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 power,

And springs, my guardian God ! to thee.
3.Oh! guide me through the various maze,

My doubtful feet may this day tread;
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze,
Where dangers press around my

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P 4 A deeper shade will soon impend,

A deeper sleep mine 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 shalt leave mine eyes;
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love-the rapture of the skies.

HYMN 584, L. M. 584

Praisc to the God of the Morning. mf i Qon of the morning! at thy voice

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The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice,

To run his journey througli the skies ; mf 2 From the fair chambers of the east,

The circuit of his race begius,
And without weariness or rest,

Round the whole earth, he flies and shines. 3 Oh! like the sun may I fulfill

Th' appointed duties of the day;

With ready mind, and active will, mf March on, and keep my heavenly way.

4 Lord! thy commands are clean and pure,

Enlightening our beclouded eyes;
Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure,

Thy gospel makes the simple wise.
5 Give me thy counsel for my guide,

And then receive me to thy bliss :
All my desires and hopes beside

Are faint, and cold, compared with this

EVENING.

585

HYMN 585, L. M.

An Evening Sacrifice.
1 NREAT God! to thee my evening song

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Oh! let thy mercy tune my tongue,

And fill my heart with lively praise.

2 My days unclouded, as they pass,

And every gently rolling hour,

Are monuments of wondrous grace,
< And witness to thy love and power.
mp3 Seal my forgiveness in the blood

Of Jesus;- his dear name alone
I plead for pardon, gracious God!

And kind acceptance, at thy throne.
4 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close ;
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Safe in tlıy care may I repose,
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HYMN 586, 7s.
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Evening Contemplation.
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SOFTLY, now, the light of day

Fades upon my sight away ;
Free from care, from labor free,

Lord! I would commune with thee.
2 Soon, for me, the light of day

Shall for ever pass away ;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord! to dwell with thee.

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HYMN 587, C. M.
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Evening Prayer and Praise.
1
INDULGENT Father ! by whose care,

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Let me, this night, thy mercy share;-

Oh! teach me how to pray.
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2 Show me my sins, and how to mourn

My guilt before thy face;
Direct me, Lord! to Christ alone,

And save me by thy grace.
3 Let each returning night declare

The tokens of thy love ;
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And, every hour, thy grace prepare
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My soul for joys above.
4 And when, on earth, I close mine eyes,

To sleep in death's embrace,

Let me, to heaven and glory, rise, mf To see thy smiling face.

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HYMN 588, 88 and 7s. Peculiar. 588

An Evening Offering. 1 THROUGH the day thy love has spared us;

Now we lay us down to rest ; mp

Through the silent watches guard us,

Let no foe our peace molest;
Jesus! thou our guardian be,

Sweet it is to trust in thee.
2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,

Dwelling in the midst of foes,-
Us and ours preserve from dangers,

In thine arms, let us repose,
And, when life's short day is past,
Rest with tliee, in heaven, at last.

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HYMN 589, 7s. 589

Repose and Devotion.
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Now, from Jabor and from care;

Evening shades have set me free;
In the work of praise and prayer,

Lord! I would converse with theo :
Oh! behold me from above,

Fill me with a Saviour's love.
2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe,

Wither all my earthly joys;
тр Nauglit can charm me here below,

But my Saviour's melting voice :
Lord! forgive-thy grace restore,

Make me thine for evermore.
3 For the blessings of this day,

For the mercies of this hour,

For the gospel's cheering ray, mf For the Spirit's quickening power,-

Grateful notes to thee I raise ;

Oh! accept my song of praise. 590

HYMN 590, C. M.

An Evening Song.
1
DREA
RÉAD Sovereign, let my evening song,

Like holy incense, rise ;

Assist the offerings of my tongue, mf To reach the lofty skies. 2 Through all the dangers of the day,

Thy hand was still my guard ;

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And still, to drive my wants away,

Thy mercy stood prepared.
3 Perpetual blessings from above

Encompass me around;
But, Oh ! how few returns of love
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4 What have I done for him, who died

To save my wretched soul ?
How are my follies multiplied,

Fast as the minutes roll!
5 Lord! with this guilty heart of mine,

To thy dear cross I flee;
And to thy grace my soul resign,

To be renewed by thee.
6 Sprinkled afresh with pard’ning blood,

I lay me down to rest, –
As in th' embraces of my God,

Or on my Saviour's breast. 591

HYMN 591, C. M.

Evening Prayer and Praise.
1
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NDULGENT God! whose bounteous care

O’er all thy works is shown,

Oh! let my grateful praise and prayer
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2 What mercies has this day bestowed !

How largely hast thou blest!
My cup with plenty overflowed,

With cheerfulness—iny breast.
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From pain and sickness free;
And let my waking thoughts arise

To meditate on thee.
4 Thus bless each future day and night,

Till life's vain scene is o'er ;
And then, to realms of endless light,

Oh! let my spirit soar.

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HYMN 596, C. M.

Secret Prayer at Twilight.
LOVE to steal
From every cumbering care,

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