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.

591.

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.

592.

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 O 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 ear
To praises low as ours?

Thou wilt!-for thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.

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 feet,
And still direct our way;

Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of endless day.

594.

L. M.

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 come
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.

MORNING, OR EVENING.

L. M.

597. A Song for Morning and Evening.

1 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.

1 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.

599.

C. M.

Morning and Evening-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.