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 In vain the sons of earth or hell, Tell me a thousand frightful things; My God in safety makes me dwell, Beneath the shadow of thy wings. 5 Faith in his name forbids my fear: O may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning make me hear, The love and kindness of thy heart. 6 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. 101. 1 M Morning or Evening. (L. M.) Y God, how endless is thy love; Thy gifts are every evening new, And morning mercies from above, Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sov'reign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command, Perpetual blessings from thine hand, 102. A Morning Song. (C. M.) 10 NCE more, my soul, the rising day Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay, 2 Night unto night his name repeats, Wide as the heav'n on which he sits, 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame, 4 On a poor worm thy power might tread, 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled, And yet thou length'nest out my thread, 6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, Then shall my sun in smiles decline, 103. An Evening Hymn. (C.M.) READ Sov'reign, let my evening song, Assist the offerings of my tongue, To reach the lofty skies. 2 Through all the dangers of the day, 3 Perpetual blessings from above, But O how few returns of love, 4 What have I done for him that dy'd, 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, And to thy grace my soul resign, 6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood, As in th' embraces of my God, 104. 1 Ho Morning or Evening. (C. M.) OSANNA, with a cheerful sound, Ten thousand snares attend us round, 2 That was a most amazing power, 3 The evening rests our weary head, 4 The rising morning can't assure 5 Our breath is forfeited by sin We own thy grace, Immortal King, 6 God is our sun, whose daily light 105. God's Goodness renewed every Morning and Evening. (C. M.) REAT God, my early vows to thee, And at the rosy dawn of day, Thy lofty praises sing. 2 Thou round the heav'nly arch dost draw A dark and sable veil, And all the beauties of the world, 3 Again the sky with golden beams, And paint with cheerful splendour gay, 4 And as the gloomy night returns, Thy constant goodness still my soul 5 For this will I my vows to thee With ev'ning incense bring; And at the rosy dawn of day, Thy lofty praises sing. 106. Evening Hymn. (L. M.) 1LORY to thee, my God, this night, Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, |