The horrors of the sanguine field,
Which sadden'd 'vict'ry's fairest plume,
To scenes of pleasure now shall yield,
And peace her gentle reign resume.
To God, ye favor'd Britons, raise
Your sweetest notes of thankful praise.
Kind peace, from her propitious smiles
What num'rous, various blessings flow!
Great God, to thee these happy isles
Unnumber'd obligations owe:
To thee let favor'd Britain raise
Her sweetest notes of thankful praise.
Crown, gracious God, thy gifts of peace
With gifts yet nobler, more divine!
O let thy all-prevailing grace
Make Britain more entirely thine!
Devotion then to thee shall raise
Sublimer notes of thankful praise.
AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
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.
Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how th' all-seeing God thy ways,
And all thy secret thoughts, surveys.
Glory to God, who safe hath kept,
And hath refresh'd me while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
Direct, controul, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
GLORY 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!
Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
Whatever ills this day I've done,
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
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.
O 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.
Let my blest Guardian, while I sleep,
Close to my bed his vigils keep;
Let no vain dreams disturb my rest,
No pow'rs of darkness me molest.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
JESUS, the all-atoning Lamb,
Lover of lost mankind,
Salvation in whose holy name
A sinful world can find:
We ask thy grace to make us clean,
We come to thee, our God!
Open, O Lord, for this day's sin,
The fountain of thy blood.
Hither our spotted souls be brought,
And ev'ry idle word,
And ev'ry work, and ev'ry thought,
That hath not pleas'd our Lord.
Hither our actions, righteous deem'd
By man, and counted good,
As filthy rags by God esteem'd,
Till sprinkled with thy blood.
DREAD Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song
Like holy incense rise;
Assist the off'rings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies
Thro' all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard,
And still to drive my wants away
Thy mercy stood prepar'd,
Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around;
But O how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found!
What have I done for him that dy'd
To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiply'd,
Fast as my minutes roll!
Lord, with this guilty heart of mine
To thy dear cross I flee,
And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.
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.
RISE, my soul, adore thy Maker!
Join thy lays,
With them be partaker.
Father, Lord of ev'ry spirit,
In thy light,
Lead me right,
Thro' my Saviour's merit.
Holy Ghost, divine Instructor,
Guide me still,
Let thy will
Be my sole conductor.
Thou this night wast my Protector:
With me stay
All the day,
Ever my Director.
Holy, holy, holy Giver
Of all good,
Life and food,
Reign ador'd for ever.
Worship, honour, thanks, and blessing,
One in Three,
Give we thee, Never, never ceasing.
ERE I sleep, for ev'ry favour
This day shew'd
By my God,
I will thank my Saviour.
O my Lord, what shall I render
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