C. M. 472

Evening Consecration,
LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ;

I am forever thine :
I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head,

From care 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. 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.

L. M. 473

A Hymn for Morning or Evening. MY God, how endless is thy love!

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

Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light,

Ånd 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.

474
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.
When evening slumbers press my eyes,

With his protection blest,
In peace and safety I commit

My weary limbs to rest.
4 My spirit, in his hand secure,

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

Thou, Lord, art with me still.

ASCRIPTIONS OF PRAISE.

78. 475

Humble Adoration and Praise.
HEAVENLY Father-sovereign Lord,
Be thy glorious name adored!
Lord, thy mercies never fail ;

Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,

Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,

When around thy throne we sing. 3 While on earth ordained to stay,

Guide our footsteps in thy way,
Till we come to dwell with thee,
Till we all thy glory see.

4 Then, with angel-harps again,

We will wake a nobler strain;
There, in joyful songs of praise,
Our triumphant voices raise.

79. 476

Humble Adoration and Praise. GOD is goodness, wisdom, power; Love him, praise him evermore: Let us strive, and never cease,

Him in every thing to please. 2 Born for this intent we are,

Our Creator to declare;
God to love, and serve, and praise,

God to honor all our days. 3 Holy, holy, holy Lord!

Live, by heaven and earth adored!
Filled with thee, let all things cry,
Glory be to God most high.

L. M. 4717

Erhortation to universal Praise.
FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise:
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,

Through every land—by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

Till suns shall rise and set no more. 478

C. M.
O ALL ye nations, praise the Lord,

Each with a different tongue;

In every language learn his word,

And let his name be sung.
2 His mercy reigns through every land-

Proclaim his grace abroad:
Forever firm his truth shall stand-

Praise ye the faithful God. 479

S. M.
THY name, almighty Lord,

Shall sound through distant lands;
Great is thy grace--and sure thy word;

Thy truth forever stands. 2 Far be thine honor spread,

And long thy praise endure,
Till morning light, and evening shade

Shall be exchanged no more. 480

BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,

And praise th’ Almighty's name:
Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme. 2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker God;

Ye thunders, speak his power:
Lo! on the lightning's fiery wing
In triumph walks th' eternal King:

Th' astonished worlds adore.
3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunders of the skies,
Praise him, who bids you roll ;-

C. P. M.

His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the soul.
4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing;
Ye feathered warblers of the spring,

Harmonious anthems raise To him who shaped your finer mould, Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,

And tuned your voice to praise.
5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
Let man, in God's own image made,

His breath in praise employ;
Spread wide his Maker's name around,
Till heaven shall echo back the sound,

In songs of holy joy.

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Erhortation to universal Praise.

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PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens, adore him ;

Praise him, angels in the height;
Sun and moon, rejoice before him;
Praise him, all ye stars of light!

Hallelujah, Amen. 2 Praise the Lord—for he hath spoken;

Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;
Laws which never can be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.

Hallelujah, Amen. 3 Praise the Lord—for he is glorious;

Never shall his promise fail ;
God hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.

Hallelujah, Amen.