4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

4.

SECOND PART, C. M.

God, the chief Good.

1 IN vain the erring world inquire
For some substantial good;
While earth confines their low desire,
They live on airy food.

2 Illusive dreams of happiness

Their eager thoughts employ;

They wake, convinced their boasted bliss
Was visionary joy.

3 Not all the good which earth bestows
Can fill th' immortal mind;
Its highest joys have mingled woes,
And leave a sting behind.

4 Begone, ye gilded vanities!
I seek the only good;

To real bliss my wishes rise-
The favor of my God.

5 Immortal joy thy smiles impart ;
Heaven dawns in every ray;

One glimpse of thee can cheer my heart,
And turn my night to day.

6 Grant, O my God! this one request,—
Oh! be thy love alone

5.

My ample portion !-here I rest,
For heaven is in the boon.

L. M.

A Morning-Invocation.

1 AWAKE, my soul! and with the sun
Thy daily course of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning-sacrifice.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart!
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praises to th' eternal King.

3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me while I slept: Grant, Lord! when I from death shall wake, of endless life partake.

I

may

4 Lord! I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning-dew;

5.

Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.

FIRST PART, C. M.

For the Lord's Day-Morning.

1 LORD! in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;—

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 Oh! may thy Spirit guide my feet,
In ways of righteousness;

5.

Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

SECOND PART, C. M.

Morning-Devotion.

1 SOON as the morning-rays appear,
I'll lift mine eyes above;

My voice shall reach thy listening ear,
And supplicate thy love.

2 Within thy house my voice shall rise,
Before thy mercy-seat;

There will I fix my steadfast eyes,
And worship at thy feet.

3 Thy righteousness, thy strength display, And my protection be;

6.

Teach me to know that only way,

Which leads to heaven and thee.

L. M.

Temptation in Sickness overcome.

1 LORD! I can suffer thy rebukes,

When thou with kindness dost chastise;
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear;
Oh! let it not against me rise.

2 Pity my languishing estate,

And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thy heavy hand hath made, Oh! let thy gentle touches heal. 3 See, how in sighs I pass my days,

And waste in groans the weary night! My bed is watered with my tears;

My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look, how the powers of nature mourn. How long, almighty God! how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song?

6.

C. M.

Prayer under Rebukes
1 IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, my God!
My spirit dreads thine angry look,
And trembles at thy rod.

2 Have mercy, Lord! for I am weak;
Regard my heavy groans;
Oh! let thy voice of comfort speak,
And heal my broken bones.

3 Oh! come, and show thy power to save, And spare my fainting breath;

6.

For who can praise thee in the grave,
Or sing thy name in death?

7s.

Prayer in Affliction.

1 GENTLY, gently, lay thy rod
On my sinful head, O God!
Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay,
Lest I sink beneath its sway.

2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak;
Heal me, for thy grace I seek;
This my only plea I make,—
Heal me for thy mercy's sake.
3 Who within the silent grave
Shall proclaim thy power to save?
Lord! my sinking soul reprieve;
Speak, and I shall rise and live.
4 Lo! he comes-he heeds my plea;
Lo! he comes-the shadows flee;
Glory round me dawns once more;
Rise, my spirit! and adore.

7.

C. M.

God's Care of his People in Persecution.
1 MY trust is in my heavenly friend,
My hope in thee, my God!
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those who seek my blood.

2 If I have e'er provoked them first,
Or once abused my foe;

Then let them tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honor low.

3 If there were malice hid in me,
I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

4 Arise, my God! lift up thy hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.

8.

FIRST PART, L. M.

The Hosanna of the Children.

1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies!

Through the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise

O'er all the heavens thy hands have made.

2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honor raise;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.

3 Thy power assists their tender age
To bring proud rebels to the ground;
To still the bold blasphemer's rage,

And all their policies confound.
4 Children amidst thy temple throng,
To see their great Redeemer's face;
The son of David is their song,

8.

And young hosannas fill the place.

SECOND PART, L. M.

Christ's Condescension and Glorification.

1 O LORD, our Lord! in power divine, How great is thy illustrious name! Through all the earth thy glories shine, Placed high above the heavenly frame. 2 Down from his throne thy Son descends, A little time our form to wear; Beneath th' angelic hosts he bends, Our sufferings and our sins to bear. 3 But, lo! thy power exalts him high, In glorious dignity enthroned: He bears our nature to the sky,

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O'er all thy works the ruler crownen. 4 Jesus, our Lord! in power divine,

How great is thy illustrious name! Through all the earth thy glories shine;— Let all the earth resound thy fame.

FIRST PART, C. M.

Creation and Redemption.

1 O LORD, our Lord! how wondrous great, Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;—

3 Lord! what is man or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,

That thou shouldst visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?