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3 Thy mercies, to my heart reveald, A theme of endless transport yield; Thy love does all my bosom fire,
Thy praise does all my song inspire. 4 In all our cares, in all our woes,
On God our steadfast hopes repose :
The Promise pleaded. (C.M.) I THY gracious promise, Lord, we plead,
Thy bounty will supply.
The message of thy word;
Before their Sov'reign Lord : 3 There thou thy servants, Lord, wilt own,
And manifest thy grace;
And seek our Saviour's face. 4 How amiable thy courts appear,
To our enraptur'd sight;
His temple's our delight.
'Tis there our strength's renew'd ;
Our fainting soul finds food.
6 When envy would impel a sigh,
And urge the murm'ring word;
And bow before the Lord.
My Saviour, grant to me;
For there I meet with thee. 24.
Gratitude, and Prayer. (P.M.) 1 WHAT
HAT favour, Lord, that we should meet
With saints around thy mercy-seat,
And love the house of pray'r ! What once was weariness and pain, Is now our choice, delight, and gain,
The solace of our care! 2 O let returning sabbaths be A sign between our souls and thee,
Of mercy, love, and peace : This one desire we'll seek with zeal, Within thy earthly courts to dwell, Until we see thy face !
Employ my noblest powers,
And fills the circling hours.
I pass'd the shades of night,
3 While many spent the night in sighs,
And restless pains and woes;
And undisturb'd repose. 4 When sleep, death's’semblance, o'er me spread,
And I unconscious lay,
To guard my feeble clay.
My waking hours attend;
My heedless steps defend.
And guide my future days;
thy goodness fill my soul
An Evening Hymn. (C. M.)
From whence all comforts flow,
Which only Christians know. 2 The curtains of thy love extend
Around our calm abode :
Our every day with God.
Accept the praise we pay,
And mercies of the day.
4 Far, far away the tempter chase,
Our souls from terror keep;
And guard us when we sleep.
The way our fathers trod,
We may be found with God.
27. An Evening Hymn. (L. M.)
REAT God, to thee my evening song
With humble gratitude I raise;
And fill my heart with lively praise.
And every gentle rolling hour,
And witness to thy love and power.
Too oft regardless of thy love,
And, fond of trifles, vainly rové.
How vile this wretched heart appears!
Melt it in penitential tears.
Of Jesus; his dear name alone
6 Let this blest hope mine eye-lids close,
Evening. (P.M.) 1 OD of love, whose truth and grace
Reach unbounded as the skies,
Let my evening sacrifice,
On the merits of thy Son.
Through another busy day;
Chasing sin and death away;
Thou my footsteps hast upheld. 3 Though the sable veil of night,
Hides the cheering ray of heaven,
my guilt in thee forgiven:
Sweetly take my rest in thee;
Nearer to eternity: