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And still, to drive my wants away,
3 Perpetual blessings from above
But, Oh! how few returns of love
4 What have I done for him who died
5 Lord! with this guilty heart of mine, To thy dear cross I flee;
And to thy grace my soul resign,
6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood,
Evening-Prayer and Praise.
1 INDULGENT God! whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown,
Oh! let my grateful praise and prayer
2 What mercies has this day bestowed!
3 Now may soft slumber close my eyes,
4 Thus bless each future day and night,
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;
When none but God is near. 3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore;
On him whom I adore.
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
While here by tempests driven.
May its departing ray
And lead to endless day.
And we, a lonely band,
To bless thy fostering hand.
To praises low as ours?
The song which meekness poi.rs. 3 And, Jesus! thou thy smiles wilt deign,
As we before thee pray;
And we are less than they.
All evil far remove;
Thine everlasting love. 5 Thus cleansed from sin and wholly thine,
A flock by Jesus led,
In glory on our head.
6 Oh! still restore our wandering seet,
And still direct our way;
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Thus far his power prolongs my days;
Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head;
Their watchful stations round my bed.
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
With sweet salvation in the sound.
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Which ushers placid evening in;
The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin:
The sacred hours of holy rest!
And worldly cares and business cease,
To hymn the glad return of peace :
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,
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Saturday-Evening. 1 THE hours of evening close;
Its lengthened shadows, drawn
And wait the Sabbath-dawn. 2 So let its calm prevail
O'er forms of outward care;
The still retreat of prayer. 3 Our guardian Shepherd near
His watchful eye will keep;
Will fold his flock to sleep. 4 So may a holier light,
Than earth's, our spirits rouse,
To pay the Lord our vows.
MORNING, OR EVENING.
L. M. 597. A Song for Morning and Evening. I MY God! how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
Gently distill, like early dew.
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;
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
My waking thoughts attend;
In thee my wishes end.
Thy boundless love surveys ;
A sacrifice of praise. 3 When evening-slumbers press my eyes,
With his protection blest,
My wearied limbs to rest.
Fears no approaching ill;
C. M. 599. Morning and Erening. Offering. 1 HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand !
And yet secure we stand.
That raised us with a word;
We lean upon the Lord.
That we shall end the day;
To hurry us away.
To God's avenging law;
In every breath we draw.
Our joy and safety brings;
Beneath his shady wings.