We lay us down, and thou, O Lord,
With all thy angels us wilt guard;
Our fouls to thee we truft;
Thou shalt (for thou art able) keep
Our fouls among the fellowship
Of faints through thee made just.

HYMN XVI. The Same.

NOW, from the altar of our hearts, Let incenfe flames arife;

Affift us, Lord, to offer up

Our evening facrifice.

Awake our love, awake our joy;
Awake our heart and tongue:
Sleep not, when myft'ries loudly call,
Break forth into a fong.

Minutes and mercies multiplied,
Have made up all this day;

Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More fleet and free than they.

New time, new favours, and new joys,
Do a new fong require:

Till we shall praise thee as we would,
Accept our hearts' defire.

Lord of our time, whofe hand hath fet
New time upon our score;

Thee may we praise for all our time,
When time fhall be no more.

HYMN XVII. Morning and Evening. GOD, how endless is thy love, Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new; Aud morning mercies, from above, Gently diftil like early dew. Thou spread'ft the curtain of the night, Great Guardian of our fleeping hours; Thy fov'reign word reftores the light, And quickens all our drowsy pow'rs. We yield our powers to thy command, To thee we confecrate our days; Perpetual bleffings from thy hand Demand perpetual fongs of praife.

HYMN XVIII. On the Lord's Day.

THIS

HIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;

Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise furround the throne.
To-day Chrift rofe, and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

To-day the faints his triumphs fpread,
And all his wonders tell.
Hofannah to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son;

Help us, O Lord; defcend, and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

Hofannah, in the highest strains

The church on earth can raise;

The highest heav'ns, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praife.

HYMN XIX. The Same.

WELCOME, fweet day of reft,

That faw the Lord arife;

Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

The King himself comes near,
And feafts his faints to-day:
Here we may fit and fee him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
One day amidst the place

Where our dear God hath been,
Is fweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable fin.

O may we ever stay

In fuch a frame as this;
And sweetly fing our fouls away
To everlasting blifs.

HYMN XX. The Same.

WEET is thy work, O God, our King, To praise thy name, give thanks and fing: To fhow thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth by night.

Sweet is the day of facred reft,

No mortal care fhould feize our breast:
O may our hearts in tune be found,
Like David's harp of folemn found.

Our hearts fhall triumph in thee, Lord,
And bless thy work, and bless thy word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they fhine!
How deep thy counfels, how divine!

O may we fee, and hear, and know,
What mortals cannot reach below:
May all our pow'rs find sweet employ
In thine eternal world of joy.

HYMN XXI. Longing for the House of God.

LORD of the worlds above,

How pleafan and how fair

The dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples are!
To his abode,

My foul afpire,

With warm defire
To fee thy God.

O happy fouls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay

Their conftant fervice there!
They praise Chrift ftill;

And happy they,

Who love the way

To Zion's hill.

They go from ftrength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears;
Till each arrive at length,

Till each in heav'n appears.

O glorious feat!
Our God and King,
Us thither bring
To kifs thy feet.

The Lord his people loves:
His hand no good withholds
From thofe his heart approves,
From praying humble fouls.
Thrice happy he,

O God of hofts,
Whofe fpirits trukt
Alone in thee!

HYMN XXII. The Same.

W pleasant, how divinely fair,

HOW

O Lord of hofts, thy dwellings are; The new-born foul both longs and faints To meet th' affemblies of thy faints.

Bleft are the fouls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

Bleft are the men whose hearts are fet
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength, and through the road
They lean upon their helper God.

Oh may we walk with growing ftrength,
Till we all meet in heav'n at length;

Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.