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SECOND PART, C. M.
A Morning-Song.

1 LORD of my life! Oh! may thy praise
Employ my noblest powers,

Whose goodness lengthens out my days,
And fills the circling hours.

2 Preserved by thine almighty arm,
I passed the shades of night,
Secure and safe from every harm,
And see returning light.

3 While many spent the night in sighs,
And restless pains and woes,

In gentle sleep, I closed my eyes,
In undisturbed repose.

4 When sleep, death's image, o'er me spread, And I unconscious lay,

Thy watchful care was round my bed,
To guard my feeble clay.

5 Oh! let the same almighty care
My waking hours attend;
From every danger, every snare,
My heedless steps defend.

6 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.

FIRST PART, L. M.

God, our Portion and Hope.

1 O GOD of grace and righteousness!
Hear and attend, when I complain;
Thou hast enlarged me in distress,
Bow down a gracious ear again.

2 Know that the Lord divides

is saints

From all the tribes of men beside:
He hears the cry of penitents,

For the dear sake of Christ who died.
3 When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteousness,
We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in his pard'ning grace.

4 Let the unthinking many say,—

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"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.

1 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-day.

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

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

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"Tis heaven on earth, 'tis 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,
"Tis 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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4 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 employ;

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.

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

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

5 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 in 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.

3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept:
Grant, Lord! when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

4 Lord! I my vows to thee renew;

5.

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 delight,
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.

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

5.

SECOND PART, C. M.

Morning-Devotion.

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

My voice shall reach thy listening ea
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.

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

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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?

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C. M.

Prayer under Rebukes
1 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;

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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;

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, Ŏ God!
Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay,
Lest I sink beneath its sway.