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3 Thy mercies, to my heart reveald,
A theme of endless transport yield;
Thy praise does all my song inspire.
On God our steadfast hopes repose :
23. The Promise pleaded. (C.M.)
hear our cry:
Thy bounty will supply.
The message of thy word;
Before their Sov'reign Lord :
And manifest thy grace;
And seek our Saviour's face.
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 ;
With gratitude and praise.
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. 5 Prepare us for the bed of death,
The way our fathers trod,
We may be found with God.
An Evening Hymn. (L. M.)
O let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise. 2 My days unclouded, as they pass,
And every gentle rolling hour,
And witness to thy love and power. 3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,
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,
With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
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.
Hides the cheering ray of heaven,
Of my guilt in thee forgiven:
See the great invisible.
Sweetly take my rest in thee;
Nearer to eternity :