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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
Hath my Creator found!

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.

C. M.


Evening-Prayer and Praise.

1 INDULGENT God! whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown,

Oh! let my grateful praise and prayer
Arise before thy throne.

2 What mercies has this day bestowed!
How largely hast thou blest!
My cup with plenty overflowed,
With cheerfulness-my breast.

3 Now may soft slumber close my eyes,
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.

C. M.

Secret Prayer at Twilight.


1 I LOVE to steal awhile away, From every cumbering care,

And spend the hours of setting day,

In humble, grateful prayer. 2. I love, in solitude, to shed

The penitential tear;
And all his promises to plead,

When none but God is near. 3 I love to think on mercies past,

And future good implore;
My cares and sorrows all to cast,

On him whom I adore.
4 I love, by faith, to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,

While here by tempests driven.
6 And, when life's toilsome day is o'er,

May its departing ray
Be calm, as this impressive hour,

And lead to endless day.

C. M.
593. Evening Worship in the Family.
1 0 LORD! another day is flown,

And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before thy throne,

To bless thy fostering hand.
2 And wilt thou bend a listening eer

To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt !- for thou dost love to hear

The song which meekness 3 And, Jesus! thou thy smiles wilt deign,

As we before thee pray;
For thou didst bless the infant train,

And we are less than they.
4 Thy heavenly grace to each impart;

All evil far remove;
And shed abroad in every heart

Thine everlasting love. 5 Thus cleansed from sin and wholly thine,

A flock by Jesus led,
The Sun of righteousness shall shine

In glory on our head.

6 Oh! still restore our wandering seet,

And still direct our way;
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of endless day.

L. M. 594.

An Evening-Hymn.
1 THUS far the Lord has led me on,

Thus far his power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known

Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste,

And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past,

He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep,

Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well-appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed.
4 Thus, when the night of death shall como

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb,

With sweet salvation in the sound.

L. M. 6 lines.
595. For such as keep Saturday-Evening.
1 SWEET is the last, the parting ray,

Which ushers placid evening in;
When, with the still, expiring day,

The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin:
How grateful to the anxious breast

The sacred hours of holy rest!
2 Hushed is the tumult of the day,

And worldly cares and business cease,
While soft the vesper-breezes play,

To hymn the glad return of peace :
Delightful season! kindly given

To turn the wandering thoughts to heaven. 3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come,

Lord! raise my thoughts from earthly things, And bear them to my heavenly home,

On faith and hope's celestial wings;

Till the last gleam of life decay,
In one eternal Sabbath-day.

S. M. 596.

Saturday-Evening. 1 THE hours of evening close;

Its lengthened shadows, drawn
O'er scenes of earth, invite repose,

And wait the Sabbath-dawn. 2 So let its calm prevail

O'er forms of outward care;
Nor thought for “many things” assail

The still retreat of prayer. 3 Our guardian Shepherd near

His watchful eye will keep;
And, safe from violence and fear,

Will fold his flock to sleep. 4 So may a holier light,

Than earth's, our spirits rouse,
And call us, strengthened by his might,

To pay the Lord our vows.


L. M. 597. A Song for Morning and Evening. I MY God! how endless is thy love!

Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning.mercies from above,

Gently distill, like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ! Thy sovereign word restores the light,

And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command;

To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings, from thy hand,

Demand perpetual songs of praise.

C. M.
598. Morning or Evening. Worship.
I ON thee, each morning, O my God!

My waking thoughts attend;
In thee are founded all my hopes,

In thee my wishes end.
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,

Thy boundless love surveys ;
And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares

A sacrifice of praise. 3 When evening-slumbers press my eyes,

With his protection blest,
In peace and safety, I commit

My wearied limbs to rest.
4 My spirit in his hand, serene,

Fears no approaching ill;
For, whether waking or asleep,
Thou, Lord! art with me still.

C. M. 599. Morning and Erening. Offering. 1 HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,

To God's upholding hand !
Ten thousand snares attend us round,

And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing power

That raised us with a word;
And, every day, and every hour,

We lean upon the Lord.
3 The rising morn cannot assure,

That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door

To hurry us away.
4 Our life is forfeited, by sin,

To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King !

In every breath we draw.
5 God is our sun-whose daily light

Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble frame lies safe, at night,

Beneath his shady wings.

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