And when we faint, may we, like him, Fresh vigor from the vision draw.
4 Heaven's light now shone upon his head, And flash'd new splendors on his view; Break forth, O Sun, and freely shed Glad rays upon our Bethel too.
The morning prayer meeting. Mark i. 35. 1 HOW sweet the melting lay Which breaks upon our ear, When, at the hour of rising day, Christians unite in prayer!
2 The breezes waft their cries Up to Jehovah's throne: He listens to their bursting sighs, And sends his blessings down.
3 So Jesus rose to pray
Before the morning light;
Once on the chilling mount did stay And wrestle all the night.
4 Glory to God on high
Who sends his blessings down To rescue souls condemn'd to die, And make his people one.
The sunrise prayer meeting.
1 HASTE-the day dawns-haste away; Join the band that loves to pray. Sweet it is, and blest employ- Full of comfort-rich in joy.
2 Haste, before the sun's full ray Bids the twilight flee away;
Haste, and seek the Saviour's face, Share his love, and feel his grace. 3 O, my soul, 'tis good to be In such blissful company.
Wouldst thou flee from ev'ry snare? Hide thee in the house of prayer.
4 Jesus loves to meet his saints- Loves to soothe their bitterest plaints; Deigns to hear the humblest groan; All our griefs he makes his own. 5 O, then rise, and haste away, And with prayer begin the day : Let it float in ev'ry breath,- Sweet in life, the calm of death. 6 Soon the voice of prayer shall die In the rapturous song on high; We shall shout on Canaan's shore, Hallelujah, evermore.
1 GOD of our salvation, hear us; Bless, O bless us, ere we go; When we join the world, be near us, Lest we cold and careless grow. Saviour, keep us--
Keep us safe from ev'ry foe.
2 May we live in view of heaven, Where we hope to see thy face: Save us from unhallow'd leaven, All that might obscure thy grace; Keep us walking
Each in his appointed place.
3 As our steps are drawing nearer To the place we call our home, May our view of heaven grow clearer, Hope more bright of joys to come; And, when dying,
May thy presence cheer the gloom.
Family worship. Gen. xviii. 19. 1 FATHER of all, thy care we bless Which crowns our families with peace; From thee they spring, and by thy hand They have been, and are still sustain'd. 2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd, Be our domestic altars rais'd;
Who, Lord of heav'n, scorns not to dwell With saints in their obscurest cell.
3 To thee may each united house, Morning and night, present its vows; Our servants there, and rising race, Be taught thy precepts and thy grace. 4 O, may each future age proclaim The honors of thy glorious name; While pleas'd and thankful we remove To join the family above.
GOD of the morning, at thy voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies. 2 O, like the sun may I fulfil
Th' appointed duties of the day; With ready mind, and active will, March on, and keep my heavenly way. 3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlight'ning our beclouded eyes; Thy threat'nings just-thy promise sure; Thy gospel makes the simple wise.
4 Give me thy counsels for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss. All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold compar'd with this.
1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray.
I am forever thine.
I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head, From care and business free, 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done, Great God, my faith, my hope relies Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace, I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep.
355. C. M. Peterborough. Morning.
1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes:
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him who rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats; The day renews the sound,' Wide as the heavens on which he sits To turn the seasons round.
3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame : My tongue shall speak his praise. My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays.
4 How many wretched souls have fled Since the last setting sun!
And yet thou lengthen'st out my thread, And yet my moments run.
5 Great God, let all my hours be thine While I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a peaceful night.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice..
2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to th' eternal King.
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