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While some poor wretches scarce can tell,
Where they may lay their head,
And rest upon my bed.
And curse, and lie, and steal,
And do Thy holy will.
To me above the rest?
And try to serve Thee best.
THE ALL-SEEING GOD.Dr. Watts.
ALMIGHTY GOD, Thy piercing, eye
Strikes thro' the shades of night,
All open to Thy sight.
Nor wicked word we say,
Against the judgment-day.
Be read and publish'd there?
While men and angels hear? LORD, at Thy feet asham'd I lie;
Upward I dare not look ;
And blot them from Thy book.
And answer for my guilt.
THE LORD'S DAY.- Dr. Watts.
So early from the dead;
And waste my hours in bed?
The pow'r of death and hell;
And love my sins so well?
To pray, and hear the word :
To learn Thy will, O Lord!
And so prepare for heaven;
I love this blessed day, The best of all the seven!
THE SABBATH.-Rev. Wm. Mason. AGAIN returns the day of holy rest, Which when He made the world Jehovah blest; When like his own he bade our labours cease, And all be piety, and all be peace. While impious men despise the sage decree, From “ vain deceit, and false philosophy,” Let us its wisdom own, its blessings feel, Receive with gratitude, perform with zeal. Let us devate this consecrated day To learn His will, and all we learn obey; In pure religion's hallow'd duties share, And join in penitence, and join in prayer.
So shall the God of mercy pleas'd receive
Father of Heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose pow'r defends us, and whose precepts guide ; In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end.
EVENING. Soon will the evening star, with silver ray, Shed its mild lustre on this sacred day; Resume we then, ere sleep and silence reign, The rights that holiness and Heaven ordain. Still let each awful truth our thoughts engage, That shines reveal'd on inspiration's page; Nor those blest hours in vain amusement waste, Which all who lavish shall lament at last. Here humbly let us hope our Maker's smile Will crown, with meet success, our weekly toil; And here, on each returning Sabbath join In prayer, in penitence, and praise divine.
Father of Heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose pow'r defends us, and whose precepts guide; In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end.
THE LORD'S SUPPER. Hall, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood! Thrice happy he, who here partakes
That sacred cup, that heav'nly food.
Why are its dainties all in vain
Before unwilling hearts display'd ? Was not for you the Victim slain?
Are you denied the children's bread? O! let thy table honour'd be,
And cloth'd in wedding robes thy guests ; And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes ! Let crouds approach Thy table, LORD,
With hearts prepar'd let all attend, Nor when we leave our Father's board The pleasure or the profit end.
SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. In the sun and moon and stars
Signs and wonders there shall be, Earth shall quake with inward wars,
Nations with perplexity. Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,
Tossed with stronger tempests, rise, Wilder storms the mountains sweep,
Louder thunders rock the skies. Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,
Racking doubt and restless fear; And amid the thunder cloud
Shall the Judge of men appear.
Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly,
FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT.
The LORD shall come! but not the same
Hark! the herald-angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King ?