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 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to thee;
And in thy service I would spend
A long eternity.
HYMN 468. L. M. [141]
MY God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently descend like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign word restores the light ;
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
3 I yield myself to thy command;
To thee devote my nights and days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand,
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
HYMN 469. 7s. [142]
OMNIPRESENT God! whose aid
No one ever asked in vain,
Be this night about my bed,
Every evil thought restrain:
Lay thy hand upon my soul,
God of my unguarded hours!
All my enemies control,
Hell, and earth, and nature's powers.
2 Let me of thy life partake,
Thy own holiness impart;
O that I may sweetly wake,
With my Saviour in my heart!
O that I may know thee mine!
O that I may thee receive!
Only live the life divine!
Only to thy glory live.
HYMN 470. C. M. [142]
NOW from the altar of our hearts,
Let warmest thanks arise;
Assist us, Lord, to offer
Our evening sacrifice.
2 This day God was our sun and shield,
Our keeper and our guide;
His care was on our weakness shown,
His mercies multiplied.
3 Minutes and mercies multiplied,
Have made up all this day:
Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More swift and free than they.
4 New time, new favors, and new joys,
Do a new song require;
Till we shall praise thee as we would,
Accept our hearts' desire.
HYMN 471. L. M. [143]
THUS far the Lord hath led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days,
And every evening shall 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,
And gives me strength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to sleep, Peace is the pillow for my head: While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
4 Thus, when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.
HYMN 472. C. P. M. [144]
I AND my house will serve the Lord,
But first obedient to his word
I must myself appear:
By actions, words, and tempers show,
That I my heavenly Master know,
And serve with heart sincere.
2 I must the fair example set,
From those that on my pleasure wait,
The stumbling block remove;
Their duty by my life explain,
And still in all my works maintain
The dignity of love.
3 Easy to be entreated, mild,
Quickly appeas'd and reconcil'd,
A follower of my God:
A saint indeed I long to be,
And lead my faithful family
In the celestial road.
HYMN 473. L. M. [144]
FATHER of all, by whom we are,
For whom was made whatever is;
Who hast entrusted to our care,
A candidate for glorious bliss.
2 Poor worms of earth, to thee we cry,
For grace to guide what grace has given;
We ask for wisdom from on high,
To train our infant up for heaven.
3 We tremble at the danger near,
And crowds of wretched parents see,
Who, blindly fond, their children rear
In tempers far as hell from thee.
4 Themselves the slaves of sense and praise,
Their babes they pamper and admire;
And make the helpless infants pass
To murderer Moloch, through the fire.
HYMN 474. S. M. [145]
THE power to bless my house,
Belongs to God alone;
Yet rendering him my constant vows,
He sends his blessings down.
2 Shall I not then engage,
My house to serve the Lord;
To search the soul-converting page,
And feed upon his word:
3 To ask with faith and hope,
The grace his Spirit supplies,
In prayer and praise to offer up
Their daily sacrifice.
4 Saviour of men, incline
The hearts which thou hast made, Which thou hast bought with blood divine, To ask thy promis'd aid.
HYMN 475. C. M. [367]
LET children hear the mighty deeds
Which God performed of old,
Which in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told.
2 He bids us make his glories known,
His works of power and grace;
And we'll convey his wonders down
Through every rising race.
3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs,
That generations yet unborn
May teach them to their heirs.
4 Thus shall they learn in God alone
Their hope securely stands,
That they may ne'er forget his works,
But practice his commands.
HYMN 476. L. M. [336]
AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run:
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Redeem thy mispent moments past,
And live this day as if thy last;
Thy talents to improve take care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy words and ways.
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels take thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing
High glory to the eternal King. -
HYMN 477. L. M. [337]
GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own almighty wings!
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done :
That, with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
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