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HALLE. 7. 61.
From Francis Joseph Haydn. (1732-1809.) 1798.
this calm im - pres - sive hour, of mer
my prayer as · cend Hear me, when to Thee
on high; I
Hear me from Thy lof - ty throne,
of Christ, Thy Son.
1247 Morning Prayer.
While the shades of night depart,
Joy and gladness to my heart: Now o'er all my steps preside,
And for all my wants provide. 3 O what joy that word affords,
“Thou shalt reign o'er all the earth;" King of kings, and Lord of lords,
Send Thy Gospel-heralds forth: Now begin Thy boundless sway, Usher in the glorious day.
Thomas Hastings. (1784-1872.) 1831. 1248
Evening Hymn. i Now from labor and from care
Evening hours have set me free, In the work of praise and prayer,
Lord, I would converse with Thee: O behold me from above,
Fill me with a Saviour's love. 2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe
Wither all my earthly joys;
But my Saviour's melting voice:
For the mercies of this hour,
For the gospel's cheering ray,
For the Spirit's quickening power,
Thomas Hastings. 1831.
Comes again the evening hour;
Let our latest thoughts be Thine.
This our feeble evening prayer;
Pray that we may pardoned be.
Fall on us in evening's calm;
Soften, strengthen, comfort still.
Through the hours of darkness drear;
14 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course,
Ye mortal powers, decay,
Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1703-1751.) 1755
God in Nature.
The Frailty of Life. 2 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're travelling to the grave.
Hang everlasting things;
Upon life's feeble strings. 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on every breath;
Upon the brink of death.
To walk this dangerous road; And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God.
Rev. Isaac Waits. (1674-1748.) 1709. ab.
Let us awake. Rom. xiij. II.
God of eternal power;
And tempests cease to roar.
Successive comforts bring;
Thy flowers adorn the spring. 3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours,
Heaven, earth, and air are Thine;
The author is divine.
Borne by the winds around,
The furrows of the ground.
And ranks of corn appear;
Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719 1253
And Thou hast sworn to hear;
The fresh and fading year.
1251 1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes
And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise the sovereign love,
That shows salvation nigh. 2 Swift on the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near; Then welcome, each declining day,
Welcome,each closing year. 3 Not many years their round shall run,
Not many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes.
2 Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild, 4 Thine too by right, and ours by grace, We trusted, Lord, with Thee;
The wondrous growth unseen,
The love that shines serene.
5 So grant the precious things brought forth 3 The former and the latter rain,
By sun and moon below,
That Thee, in Thy new heaven and earth,
We never may forego.
Rev. John Keble. (1792–1866.) 1857.
Winter and Spring. 1254
1255 Ps. cxlvii.
“Seed-time and Harvest."
How rich Thy bounties are ;
Proclaim Thy constant care.
The sower hid the grain,
And sent the early rain. 4. His hoary frost, His fleecy snow, 3 The spring's sweet influence was Thine, Descend and clothe the ground;
The plants in beauty grew;
And mild refreshing dew.
Matured the swelling grain;
And plenty fills the plain.
Thou dost on man bestow;
From whom his blessings flow.
Mrs. Alice Flowerdew. (1759–1830.) 1811. abo
13 With grateful hearts the past we own; Ps. lxv. 11.
The future, all to us unknown, 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
We to Thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before Thy feet. And darkness when to veil the skies.
4 In scenes exalted or deprest,
Be Thou our joy, and Thou our rest; 3 The flowery spring, at Thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, The summer rays with vigor shine,
Adored through all our changing days. To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
Rev. Philip Doddridge. 1755. ab. and all. 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
New Year. Through all our coasts redundant stores; 1 ANOTHER year, another year And winters, softened by Thy care,
Hath sped its flight on silent wing; No more a face of horror wear.
And all that marked its brief career 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Hath passed from mortal reckoning. Demand successive songs of praise ;
2 Lord, for Thy grace and patient love, And be the grateful homage paid,
Unwearied still, and still the same, With morning light and evening shade.
For all our hopes of joy above, 6 Here in Thy house let incense rise,
We laud and bless Thy Holy Name. And circling sabbaths bless our eyes; Till to those lofty heights we soar,
3 We bless Thee for each happy soul, Where days and years revolve no more.
Throughout another fleeting year, Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702–1751.) 1755 ab. and alt.
Or by Thy quickening grace made whole,
Or parted in Thy faith and fear. Help obtained ef God. 1257 Acts xxvi. 22.
4 Still bear with us, and bless us still; i GREAT God, we sing that mighty hand And, while in this dark world we stay,
By which supported still we stand: O let us love Thy sacred will,
O let us keep Thy narrow way.
5 So, when the rolling stream of time 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Hath opened to a boundless sea, Still we are guided by our God;
Loud will we raise that song sublime, By His incessant bounty fed,
“All power and glory be to Thee.” By His unerring counsel led.
Rev. Richard Frederick Littledale (1833–) 1867
COME, LET US ANEW. 11, 5.
Samuel Webbe. (1740—1816.) C. 1770.
1. Come, let us
a • new Our journey pur- sue, Roll round with the year, And nev-er stand
tal-ents im . prove By the patience of hope, and the la • bor of love,
By the patience of hope, and the la- bor of
1259 New Year's Day.
With vigor arise, 2 Our life is a dream,
And press to our permanent place in the skies.
Of heavenly birth,
Though wandering on earth,
This is not our place,
But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we con-
fess. The millennial year
2 No longing we find Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. For the country behind; 30 that each in the day
But onward we niove,
And still we are seeking a country above. “I have fought my way through,
A country of joy “I have finished the work Thou didst give
Without any alloy,
We thither repair ;
Our hearts and our treasure already are there.
3 The rougher our way, “Well and faithfully done,
The shorter our stay; "Enter into My joy, and sit down on My The troubles that come thronc."
Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home. Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708—1788.) 1750.
The fiercer the blast,
The sooner 'tis past; 1260 Speeding homeward.
The tempests that rise I COME, let us anew
Shall serve but to hurry our souls to the skies. Our journey pursue,
Rev. Charles Wesley. 1749. ab. and alt.