On these, on us, Thy grace bestow,
The contrite heart, the lowly mind,
The love of God in Christ to know,

The wisdom from above to find.

Defend us from the power of sin,
Save us from all self-righteous pride;
Our sure support, Thy peace within,
Our only plea, that Christ has died.

TO BE SUNG BY CHILDREN.

168.

C.M.

THE Lord, who once our weakness knew,

Born in this vale of tears,

In wisdom as in stature grew,

In favour as in years.

And as He bare our humble lot,
Mankind from sin to free,

In mercy said, "Forbid them not,
Let children come to Me."

May we, O Lord, betimes obey
The call Thy grace has given,
And still pursue the narrow way
That leads our steps to heaven.

Though Angels round Thy throne on high
Their hymns of triumph raise,

Thou hearest when to Thee we cry,
Thou wilt not scorn our praise.

O THOU, whose glory and whose grace

Celestial hosts proclaim,

Look down from heaven, Thy dwelling-place,

Teach us to fear Thy Name.

Within the volume of Thy Word,
We, from our early youth,
Learn of our Saviour and our Lord,
The Way, the Life, the Truth.

Thy Word displays the concord sweet
Of fear and holy love:
Mercy and truth together meet,
Descending from above.

O Lord! Thy glory and Thy grace
Whilst now our lips proclaim,

Come to our hearts, Thy dwelling-place,

And make us fear Thy Name.

Amen.

170.

SHEPHERD of Israel, from above
Thy feeble flock behold;
And let us never lose Thy love,
Nor wander from Thy fold.

Thou wilt not cast Thy lambs away;
Thy hand is ever near,

To guide them lest they go astray,
And keep them safe from fear.

We want Thy help, for we are frail;
Thy light, for we are blind;
Let grace o'er all our doubts prevail,
To prove that Thou art kind.

C.M.

Teach us the things we ought to know,
And may we find them true;
And still in stature as we grow,
Increase in wisdom too.

Amen.

MORNING.

171.

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.

Redeem thy misspent moments past,
And live this day as if the last;
Thy talents to improve take care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

L.M.

Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways.

Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the Angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing
High glory to the eternal King!

172.

WE wake, we wake, ye heavenly choir;

May your devotion us inspire,

That we, like you, our age may spend ;
Like you, may on our God attend.

L.M.

Lord! we our vows to Thee renew;
Scatter our sins as morning dew;

Guard our first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself our spirits fill.

Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All we design, or do, or say;

That all our powers, with all their might,

In Thy sole glory may unite.

THROUGH all the dangers of the night,

Preserved, O Lord, by Thee,

Again we hail the cheerful light,
Again we bow the knee.

Preserve us, Lord, throughout the day,
And guide us by Thine arm;
For they are safe, and only they,
Whom Thou preserv'st from harm.

Let all our words and all our ways
Declare that we are Thine,
That so the light of truth and grace
Before the world may shine.

Let us ne'er turn away from Thee;

O Saviour, hold us fast,

Till with unclouded eyes we see

Thy glorious face at last.

174.

Amen.

To Thee, O Lord, with dawning light

My thankful voice I'll raise,

Thy mighty power to celebrate,
Thy holy Name to praise:

C.M.

For Thou, in helpless hour of night,
Hast compassed my bed,

And now, refresh'd with peaceful sleep,
Thou liftest up my head.

Grant me, O God, Thy quickening grace,
Through this and every day;
That, guided and upheld by Thee,
My feet may never stray.

Increase my faith, increase my hope,
Increase my zeal and love;
And fix my heart's affections all
On Christ and things above.

And when, life's labour o'er, I sink
To slumber in the grave,

In death's dark vale be Thou my trust,
To succour and to save:

That so, through Him, who bled and died,
And rose again for me,

"The grave and gate of death" may prove A passage home to Thee.

175.

My God, how endless is Thy love,
Thy gifts are every evening new,
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil like early dew.

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.

L.M.