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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 THAT 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,
Apd 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.
27. An Evening Hymn. (L. M.) 1
to song With humble gratitude I raise; 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 rove.
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 refresb my feeble frame;
OD of love, whose truth and grace
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:
29. Saturday Evening. (P. M.)
God has brought us on our way;
Emblem of eternal rest.
May we feel thy presence near !
Of our everlasting feast.
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
all our sabbaths prove,
Family Religion. (L. M.) 1 HERE'ER the Lord shall build my house,
An altar to his name I'll raise ; There morn and ev'ning shall ascend
The sacrifice of pray'r and praise.
Shall search the records of thy law;