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And still, to drive my wants away,

Thy mercy stood prepared.
3 Perpetual blessings from above

Encompass me around;
But, Oh! how few returns of love

Hath my Creator found !
4 What have I done for him who died

To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiplied,

Fast as the minutes roll!
5 Lord! with this guilty heart of mine,

To thy dear cross I flee;
And to thy grace my soul resign,

To be renewed by thee.
6 Sprinkled afresh with pard’ning blood,

I lay me down to rest,-
As in th' embraces of my God,

Or on my Saviour's breast. 591.

Evening Prayer and Praise. 1 INDULGENT God! whose bounteous care

O’er all thy works is shown,-
Oh! let my grateful praise and prayer

Arise before thy throne.
2 What mercies has this day bestowed !

How largely hast thou blest !
My cup with plenty overflowed,

With cheerfulness-my breast.
3 Now may soft slumber close my eyes,

From pain and sickness free;
And let my waking thoughts arise

To meditate on thee.
4 Thus bless each future day and night,

Till life's vain scene is o'er;
And then, to realms of endless light,

Oh! let my spirit soar. 592.

Secret Prayer at Twilight. 1 I LOVE to steal awhile away,

From every cumbering care,

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And spend the hours of setting day,

In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love, in solitude, to shed

The penitential tear;
And all his promises to plead,

When none but God is near. 3 I love to think on mercies past,

And future good implore;
My cares and sorrows all to cast,

On him whom I adore.
4 I love, by faith, to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew;

While here by tempests driven.
5 And, when life's toilsome day is o'er,

May its departing ray
Be calm, as this impressive hour,

And lead to endless day. 593.

Evening. Worship in the Family. 1 O LORD! another day is flown,

And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before thy throne,

To bless thy fostering hand.
2 And wilt thou bend a listening ear

To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt !—for thou dost love to hear

The song which meekness pours. 3 And, Jesus ! thou thy smiles wilt deign, As

before thee pray;
For thou didst bless the infant train,

And we are less than they.
4 Thy heavenly grace to each impart;

All evil far remove;
And shed abroad in every heart

Thine everlasting love. 5 Thus cleansed from sin and wholly thine,

A flock by Jesus led,
The Sun of righteousness shall shine

In glory on our head.

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6 Oh! still restore our wandering feet,

And still direct our way;
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet

The dawn of endless day. 594.

An Evening-Hymn.
1 THUS far the Lord has 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,

He 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.

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For such as keep Saturday-Evening
I SWEET is the last, the parting ray,

Which ushers placid evening in;
When, with the still, expiring day,

The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin :
How grateful to the anxious breast

The sacred hours of holy rest !
2 Hushed is the tumult of the day,

And worldly cares and business cease,-
While soft the vesper-breezes play,

To hymn the glad retun of peace :
Delightful season! kindly given

To turn the wandering thoughts to heaven. 3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come,

Lord! raise my thoughts from earthly things, And bear them to my heavenly home,

On faith and hope's celestial wings;

Till the last gleam of life decay,
In one eternal Sabbath-day.

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Saturday-Evening. 1 THE hours of evening close;

Its lengthened shadows, drawn
O’er scenes of earth, invite repose;

And wait the Sabbath-dawn. 2 So let its calm prevail

O'er forms of outward care;
Nor thought for many things” assail,

The still retreat of prayer. 3 Our guardian Shepherd near

His watchful eye will keep;
And, safe from violence and fear,

Will fold his flock to sleep. 4 So may a holier light,

Than earth's, our spirits rouse,
And call us, strengthened by his mig

To pay the Lord our vows.


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A Song for Morning and Evening.
1 MY God! how endless is thy love!

Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning-mercies from above,

Gently distill,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 my powers to thy command;

To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings, from thy hand,

Demand perpetual songs of praise.

C. M. 598.

Morning or Evening. Worship.
1 ON thee, each morning, O my God!

My waking thoughts attend;
In thee are founded all my hopes,

In thee my wishes end.
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,

Thy boundless love surveys;
And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares

A sacrifice of praise.
3 When evening-slumbers press my eyes,

With his protection blest,
In peace and safety, I commit

My wearied limbs to rest.
4 My spirit in his hand, serene,

Fears no approaching ill ;
For, whether waking or asleep,

Thou, Lord ! art with me still.


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Morning and Evening. Offering.
I HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,

To God's upholding hand !
Ten thousand snares attend us round,

And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing power

That raised us with a word ;
And, every day, and every hour,

We lean upon the Lord.
3 The rising morn cannot assure,-

That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door

To hurry us away.
4 Our life is forfeited, hy sin,

To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King !

In every breath we draw.
5 God is our sun-whose daily light

Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble frame lies safe, at night,
Beneath his shady wings.

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