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Faith in His name forbids my fear;
O may Thy presence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear
The loving-kindness of Thy heart.

Thus when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
Shall wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.

H. 80, B. 1.

I will both lay me down in peace and sleep.

LORD, Thou wilt hear me when I pray ;

am for ever Thine :

I fear before Thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.
And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and Thee.
I pay this evening sacrifice:

And, when my work is done,
Great God! my faith and hope relies
Upon Thy grace alone.

Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace,

I give mine eyes to sleep;

Thy hand in safety keeps my days,

And will my slumbers keep.

AN EVENING PSALM.

LORD, when I count Thy mercies o'er,

They strike me with surprise!

Not all the sands that spread the shore
To equal numbers rise.

My flesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of Thy skill;

And hourly blessings from Thy hands
Thy thoughts of love reveal.

Ps. 4.

These on my heart by night I keep ;
How kind, how dear to me!

O may the hour that ends my sleep
Still find my thoughts with Thee!

Ps. 139.

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The Lord's Day.

WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
The King Himself comes near,
And feasts His saints to-day;
Here in His temple we appear,
And love, and praise, and pray.
One day of sweet content,
Where Jesus is within,

Is sweeter than ten thousand, spent
In pleasure and in sin.

My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
The earnest of a brighter day
In everlasting bliss.

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H. 14, B. 2. (C. T. R.)

THE LORD'S DAY.

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

Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround Thy throne.

To-day He rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

To-day the saints His triumphs spread,
And all His wonders tell.

Hosanna to the anointed King,
To David's holy Son;

Help us, O Lord! descend and bring
Salvation from Thy throne.

Bless'd be the Lord, who comes to men

With messages of grace;

Who comes in God His Father's name,
To save our sinful race,

Hosanna in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise ;
The highest heavens in which He reigns
Shall give Him nobler praise.

Ps. 118.

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THE LORD'S DAY.

WEET is the work, my God, my King,

To praise Thy name, give thanks and sing;
To show Thy love by morning light,
And talk of all Thy truth at night.

Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!

My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep Thy counsels! how divine!

I too shall share a glorious part

When grace hath well refined my heart;
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

Sin, my worst enemy before,
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;
My inward foes shall all be slain,
Nor Satan break my peace again.

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Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desired or wished below;

And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

My voice shalt Thou hear in the morning.

Ps. 92.

ORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To Thee will I direct my prayer,

To Thee lift up mine eye:

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.

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.
But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.
O may Thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

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I love her gates, I love the road;
The Church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show His milder face.

Up to her courts with joys unknown
The holy tribes repair;

The Son of David holds His throne,
And sits in judgment there.

He hears our praises and complaints;
And while His awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants bless'd!

My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;

There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God my Saviour reigns.

Ps. 122.

DIVINE SERVICE.

PRAISE waits in Sion, Lord, for Thee ;

There shall our vows be paid:

Thou hast an ear when sinners pray;
All flesh shall seek Thine aid.

Lord, our iniquities prevail,

But pard'ning grace is Thine;

And Thou wilt grant us power and skill

To conquer every sin.

Bless'd are the men whom Thou wilt choose

To bring them near Thy face,

Who find a dwelling in Thine house,

And feast upon Thy grace.