AROSE I foon to praise the Lord? Bent was my Mind to fearch his Word! Call'd I on him with fervent Breath? Deny'd I telf? Ihought I of Death? 2 Each paffing Hour did I improve? For Friends and Foes flam'd I with Love! Guarded were all my roving Thoughts? Have I forfook my fav'rite Faults?
3 In Virtue's Drefs form'd I my Life?
Kept I from Pride, Luft, Paffion, Strife?
Liv'd I by Faith on Jefus' Name?
Made I my Maker's Praise my Aim?
4 No Thoughts did I so choose, as those
Of future Judgment, Joys, and Woes?
Plac'd I before my Lips a Guard?
Quell'd I the fland'rous Talk I heard?
5 Rafh Promifes fhun'd I with Care?
Spake I with Grace and pious Fear?
Took I my Food with Pray'r and Praise?
Us'd I my Strength in heav'nly Ways?
6 Wife were my Intimates and few ?
Exactly paid I all their Due?
Yet careful to increase my Store?
Zealously to feed and clothe the Poor?
HYMN XXVIII.
GLORY to thee, my God, this Night,
For all the Bleffings of the Light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings,
Under thine own almighty Wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
Whatever Ills this Day I've done;
That with the World, myself, and thee,
I, e're I fleep, at Peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The Grave as little as my Bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Triumphing rife at the last Day.
O may my Soul on thee repose,
And with fweet Sleep my Eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more vig'rous make,
To ferve my God when I awake.
5 Let my bleft Guardian, while I sleep,
Clofe to my Bed his Vigils keep;
Let no vain Dreams difturb my Reft,
No Pow'rs of Darkness me moleft.
6 Praise God from whom all Bleffings flow;
Praise him, all Creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly Hoft;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN XXIX.
SOFT Seafon of Repose,
Thy fable Curtains spread,
Come, downy Sleep, and stretch thy Wings
Around my weary Head.
2 But Oh! the lawless Range,
With which my Thoughts have fray'd
Through mazy Paths of Senfe and Sin,
From Morn to evening Shade!
3 Ah! born to nobler Ends,
My Soul, no more pursue
Thefe fleeting Vanities of Life,
But bid the World adieu.
4 Thy Pity, gracious God,
Thy Pardon I implore,
Oh! heal thefe Follies of my Mind,
And aid me with thy Power.
5 Be thou my friendly Guard,
While Alumb'ring on my Bed
And with thy facred Teachings fill
The Vifions of my Head.
6 When Morning's gladfome Rays
Salute my waking Eyes,
All vigorous may my Soul to thee,
In grateful Songs arise.
7 Devoted to thy Fear,
Thy Service, and thy Praife,
My God, I would be wholly thiné,
The Remnant of my Days.
HYMN XXX.
I SLEEP, downySleep,come clofe mineEyes,
Tir'd with beholding Vanities:
Welcome, fweet Sleep, that drives away
The Toils and Follies of the Day.
On thy foft Bofom will I lie,
Forget the World, and learn to die:
O! Ifrael's watchful Shepherd fpread
Thine Angel- l'ents around my Bed.
3 Clouds and thick Darkness are thy Throne,
Thy wonderful Pavilion:
O! dart from thence one cheering Ray,
And turn my Midnight into Day.
4 Thus when the Morn, in Crimson drefs'd,
Breaks from the Chambers of the Eaft,
My grateful Songs of Praife (hall rife,
Like fragrant Incenfe to the Skies.
OSTgraciousGod! of boundless Might fupreme, eternal King!
Direct my Heart and Voice aright,
when I thy Praises fing.
2 Lord, hear my Prayer; accept my Song;
and fanctify my Mind ;
And grant I may my whole Life long
be virtuoufly inclin'd:
3 That when thou doft my Soul require,
and I must hence remove;
I then may join the heav'nly Choir,
and fing with Saints above.
4 Glory to thee, eternal God!
one Co-eternal Three!
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
immortal Glory be!
HYMN XXXII.
Come let us in God rejoice;
it is a pleafant Thing.
Tojoin in Praife with Heart and Voice,
fweet Harmony to fing.
2 O bleffed Lord, eternal King,
look down from Heaven fo high;
Grant we a joyful Hymn may fing,
thy Name to magnify.
For all the Wonders thou haft done
allo with thy right Hand;
Thou mad'ft the Sun the Moon and Stars
to be at thy Command. 4.Therefore let us with one Accord, 'lift up our Voice to fing
Sweet Hallelujah to the Lord,
our everlasting King.
HUS far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his Pow'r prolongs my Days, And ev'ry Ev'ning fhall make known Some fresh Memorial of his Grace. 2 Much of my Time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my Home; But he forgives my Follies past,
He gives me Strength for Days to come. 3 I lay my Body down to fleep, Peace is the Pillow of my Head;
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