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1. 'Tis by Thy strength the mountains stand,

God of eternal power!
The sea grows calm at Thy command,

And tempests cease to roar.
2. Thy morning light and evening shade

Successive comforts bring;
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad;

Thy flowers adorn the spring.
3. Seasons and times, and moons and hours,

Heaven, earth, and air are Thine;
When clouds distill in fruitful showers,

The author is divine !
4. Those wandering cisterns in the sky,

Borne by the winds around,
With watery treasures well supply

The furrows of the ground.
5. The thirsty ridges drink their fill,

And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with blessings still

Thy goodness crowns the year.


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1. When streaming from the eastern skies,

The morning light salutes mine eyes,
Oh! Sun of righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Oh! chase the clouds of guilt away,

And turn my darkness into day.
2. When to heaven's great and glorious King

My morning sacrifice I bring,
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,

in Saviour's name;
Then, Jesus, sprinkle with Thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God.


3. When each day's scenes and labors close,

And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy, richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest!
And as each morning sun shall rise,

O lead me onward to the skies!
4. And at my life's last setting sun,

My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Jesus! Thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed-
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see Thy face, and sing Thy praise.



L. M.
1. GREAT God, as seasons disappear,

And changes mark the rolling year;
As time with rapid pinions flies,

May every season make us wise.
2. Long has Thy favor crowned our days,

And summer shed again its rays;
No deadly cloud our sky has vailed;

No blasting winds our path assailed.
3. Our harvest months have o'er us rolled,

And filled our fields with waving gold;
Our tables spread, our garners stored !

Where are our hearts to praise the Lord ? 4. The solemn harvest comes apace,

The closing day of life and grace :
Time of decision, awful hour!

Around it let no tempests lower!
5. Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,

Like stars in heaven to rise and shine;
Then shall our happy souls above
Reap the full harvest of Thy love!

Doxology. L. M.
Now to the Father, and the Son

Who rose from death, be glory given;
With Thee, O holy Comforter,

Henceforth by all in earth and heaven.


S. M.
1. The day is past and gone,

The evening shades appear;
O may I ever keep in mind,

The night of death draws near.
2: I lay my garments by,

Upon my bed to rest:
So death will soon disrobe us all,

And leave my soul undressed.
3. Lord, keep me safe this night,

Secure from all my fears;
May angels guard me while I sleep,

Till morning light appears.
4. And when I early rise,

To view th' unwearied sun,
May I set out to win the prize,

And after glory run-
5. That when my days are past,

And I from time remove,
I then may in Thy bosom rest,
The bosom of Thy love.



S. M.
1. Come at the morning hour,

Come, let us kneel and pray ;
Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff

To walk with God all day.
2. At noon, beneath the Rock

Of Ages, rest and pray;
Sweet is that shelter from the sun

In the weary heat of day.
3. At evening, in Thy home,

Around its altar, pray;
And finding there the house of God,

With heaven then close the day.

4. When midnight vails our eyes,

0, it is sweet to say,
I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord !
With Thee to watch and pray.


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1. The swift declining day,

How fast its moments fly!
While evening's broad and gloomy shade

Gains on the western sky.
2. Ye mortals, mark its pace,

And use the hours of light;
And know, its Maker can command

At once eternal night.
3. Give glory to the Lord,

Who rules the whirling sphere;
Submissive at His footstool bow,

And seek salvation there.

4. Then shall new luster break

Through death's impending gloom,
And lead you to unchanging light,


celestial home.



S. M.
1. See how the mounting sun

Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,

With every bright'ning ray.
2. Thus would my rising soul

Its heavenly Parent sing;
And to its great Original

The humble tribute bring.
3. Serene, I laid me down

Beneath His guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found

My kind Preserver near!

4. Dear Saviour, to Thy cross

I bring my sacrifice;
Cleansed by Thy blood, it shall ascend

With fragrance to the skies.



S. M.
1. Another day is past,

The hours forever fled;
And time is bearing me away,

To mingle with the dead.
2. My mind in perfect peace

My Father's care shall keep;
I yield to gentle slumber now,

For Thou canst never sleep.
3. How blessed, Lord, are they

On Thee securely stayed !
Nor shall they be in life alarmed,
Nor be in death dismayed.


S. M.
1. SWEET Sabbath of the year!

While evening lights decay,
Thy parting steps methinks I hear

Steal from the world away!
2. Amid thy silent bowers,

'Tis sad, but sweet to dwell;
Where falling leaves and drooping flowers

Around me breathe-Farewell.
3. Along Thy sunset skies,

Their glories melt in shade;
And, like the things we fondly prize,

Seem lovelier as they fade.
4. A deep and crimson streak

The dying leaves disclose;
As on consumption's waning cheek,

Mid ruin, blooms the rose.

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