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4 Let the unthinking many say,—

"Who will bestow some earthly good?" But, Lord! thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heavenly food.

SECOND PART, L. M.

Evening-Song.

GLORY to thee, my God! this night,
For all the blessings of the light;

Keep me, Oh! keep me, King of kings
Beneath the shadow of thy wings.

2 Forgive me, Lord! for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself and thee,
My soul, this night, 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
Rise glorious, at the judgment-dav.

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4 Oh! may my faith on thee repose;
May gentle sleep my eyelids close,
That shall my frame more vig'rous maxe,
To serve my God when I awake.

5 Lord! let my soul for ever share
The bliss of thy parental care;

'Tis heaven on earth, 't is heaven above,
To see thy face, and sing thy love.

FIRST PART, C. M.
Evening-Devotion.

1 LORD! thou wilt hear me when I pray,

I am for ever thine;

I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin.

2 And while I rest my weary head.
From cares and business free,
T is sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.

3 I pay this evening-sacrifice;

And when my work is done,
Great God! my faith, my hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

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5.

Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;

Thy hand in safety keeps my days,

And will my slumbers keep.

SECOND PART, C. M.
God, the chief Good.

1 IN vain the erring world inquire

For some substantial good;
While earth confines their low desire.
They live on airy food.

2 Illusive dreams of happiness

Their eager thoughts empley;

They wake, convinced their boasted bliss
Was visionary joy.

3 Not all the good which earth bestows
Can fill th' immortal mind;
Its highest joys have mingled woes,
And leave a sting behind.

1 Begone, ye gilded vanities!
I seek the only good;

To real bliss my wishes rise-
The favor of my God.

Immortal joy thy smiles impart;

Heaven dawns in every ray;
One glimpse of thee can cheer my heart
And turn my night to day.

6 Grant, O my God! this one request,
Oh! be thy love alone

My ample portion-here I rest,
For heaven is ir. the boon.

L. M.

A Morning-Invocation.

1 AWAKE, my soul! and with the sun
Thy daily course of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning-sacrifice.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart!
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praises to th' eternal King.

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3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And has refreshed me while I slept:

Grant, Lord! when I from death shall wako,
I may of endless life partake.

4 Lord! I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will
And with thyself my spirit fill.

FIRST PART, C. M.

For the Lord's Day-Morning.

1 LORD! in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;-

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy deligh.,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

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5 Oh! may thy Spirit guide my feet,
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

SECOND PART. C. M.
Morning-Devo ion.

1 SOON as the morning-rays appear,
I'll lift mine eyes above;

My voice shall reach thy listening ear
And supplicate thy love.

2 Within thy house my voice shall rise
Before thy mercy-seat;

There will I fix my steadfast eyes,
And worship at thy feet.

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3 Thy righteousness, thy strength display, And my protection be;

Teach me to know that only way
Which leads to heaven and thee.

L. M.

Temptation in Sickness overcome.

1 LORD! I can suffer thy rebukes,

When thou with kindness dost chastise;
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear;
Oh! let it not against me rise

2 Pity my languishing estate,

And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thy heavy hand hath made, Oh! let thy gentle touches heal. 3 See, how in sighs I pass my days,

And waste in groans the weary night! My bed is watered with my tears.

My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God! how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? C. M.

Prayer under Rebukes.
I IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, my God!
My spirit dreads thine angry look,
And trembles at thy rod.

2 Have mercy, Lord! for I am weak;
Regard my heavy groans;

Oh! let thy voice of comfort speak,
And heal my broken bones.

3 Oh! come, and show thy power to save And spare my fainting breath;

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For who can praise thee in the grave,
Or sing thy name in death?

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Prayer in Affliction,

1 GENTLY, gently, lay thy rod
On my sinful head, O God!
Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay,
Lest I sink beneath its sway.

2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak;
Heal me, for thy grace I seek;
This my only plea I make,—
Heal me for thy mercy's sake.
3 Who within the silent grave
Shall proclaim thy power to savo?
Lord! my tinking soul reprieve;
Speak, and I shall rise and live.
4 Lo! he comes-he heeds my plea;
Lo! he comes-the shadows flee;
Glory round me dawns once more;
Rise, my spirit! and adore.

C. M.

7. God's Care of his People in Persecution.

1 MY trust is in my heavenly friend,
My hope in thee, my God!
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those who seek my blood.

2 If I have e'er provoked them first,
Or once abused my foe;

Then let them tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honor low.

3 If there were malice hid in me,
I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

4 Arise, my God! lift up thy hand.
Their pride and power consol
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.

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FIRST PART, L. M.

The Hosanna of the Children.

1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies!

Through the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise

O'er all the heavens thy hands have made.

2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honor raise;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.