4 O let my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep, that shall me more vig'rous make, To serve my God, when I awake. 5 If in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest.
1 God of our life! Thy various praise Let mortal voices sound!
Thy hand revolves our fleeting days, And brings the seasons round.
2 To thee shall annual incense rise, Our Father and our Friend; While annual mercies from the skies In genial streams descend.
3 In ev'ry scene of life thy care, · In ev'ry age, we see;
And constant as thy favours are, So let our praises be.
4 Still may thy love in ev'ry scene, In ev'ry age, appear:
And let the same compassion deigu To bless the op'ning year.
5 O keep this foolish heart of mine From anxious passions free: Each comfort teach me to resign, And trust my all to thee.
6 If mercy smile, let mercy bring My wand'ring soul to God! And in affliction I shall sing, If thou wilt bless the rod.
I MY helper God! I bless his name; The same his power, his grace the same: The tokens of his friendly care
Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 Amidst ten thousand snares I stand, Supported by his guardian hand; And see, when I survey my ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far his arm has led me on;
Thus far I make his mercy known; And while I tread this desert land, New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 My grateful soul on Jordan's shore Shall raise one sacred pillar more; Then bear, in his bright courts above, Inscriptions of immortal love.
1 COME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace: Streams of mercy never ceasing Call for ceaseless songs of praise: Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by flaming tongues above: Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love.
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home: Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God: He, to save my soul from danger, Interpos'd his precious blood. 3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrain'd to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee! Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; Prone to leave the God I love! Here's my heart, Lord; take and seal it, Seal it from thy courts above.
1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, And make thy glory known : Now let us all thy presence feel, And soften hearts of stone!
2 Help us to venture near thy throne, And plead a Saviour's name; For all that we can call our own, Is vanity and shame.
3 From all the guilt of former sin May mercy set us free;
And let the year we now begin, Begin and end with thee.
4 Send down thy Spirit from above, That saints may love thee more; And sinners now may learn to love, Who never lov'd before.
5 And when before thee we appear In our eternal home,
May growing numbers worship here, And praise thee in our room,
HARVEST.
[PSALMS 65, 145.]
I FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love! How rich thy bounties are! The rolling seasons, as they move, Proclaim thy constant care.
2 When in the bosom of the earth The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth, And sent the early rain.
3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, And mild refreshing dew.
4 Thy various mercies from above Matur'd the swelling grain: A kindly harvest crowns thy love, And plenty fills the plain.
5 We own and bless thy gracious sway; Thy promise stilt is sure:
Seed-time and harvest, night and day, And cold and heat endure.
[PSALMS 16, 17, 39, 50, 89, 90.-HYMNS 107, 109, 156, 158, 168, 193.]
1 THEE we adore, Eternal name!, And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we!
2 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're trav'lling to the grave.
3 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home.
4 Infinite joy, or endless woe, Attends on ev'ry breath; And yet how unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death!
5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God!
1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.
2 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb?
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