What! Has the Holy Ghost forgot
To quicken souls, that Christ has bought;
And let them lifeless lie?

3 No, thou almighty Paraclete!

Thou shedd'st thy heav'nly influ’nce yet;
Thou visit'st sinners still:

Thy breath of life, thy quick'ning flame,
Thy pow'r, thy Godhead, still the same,
We own; because we feel.

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HYMN 92. S. M.

A morning hymn..

EE how the mounting sun
Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With ev'ry bright'ning ray.

2 Thus would my rising sout Her heav'nly Parent sing; And to her great Original,

Her humbler tribute bring. 3 Serene I laid me down

Beneath his guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind Preserver near!

4 Thus doth thine arm support
This weak defenceless frame;

ut whence such favours, Lord, to me,
All worthless as I am?

5 O! how shall I repay

The bounties of my God?

This feeble spirit pants beneath

The pleasing, painful load.

Dear Saviour, to thy cross
I bring my sacrifice;

Cleans'd by thy blood, it shall ascend

With fragrance to the skies.

7 My life I would anew

Devote, O Lord, to thee;

And in thy service wish to spend
A long eternity.

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NCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him, that rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound;

Wide as the heav'n, on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise:
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread, And I could ne'er withstand;

Thy justice might have crush'd me dead, But mercy held thine hand.

5 A thousand wretched souls are fled Since the last setting sun,

And yet thou length'nest out my thread, And yet my moments run.

6 Great God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light;

Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant night.

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HYMN 94. L. M.

An evening hymn.

REAT God, to thee my ev'ning song
With humble gratitude I raise;

O let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise!
2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And ev'ry gentle rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and pow'r.
3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,
Too oft regardless of thy love,
Ungrateful can from thee depart,
And, fond of trifles, vainly rove.
4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood
Of Jesus: his dear name alone
I plead for pardon, gracious God,
And kind acceptance at thy throne.
5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close,
With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name.

HYMN 95. C. M.

An evening song.

TOW from the altar of our hearts
Let flames of love arise;

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Assist us, Lord, to offer up

Our ev'ning sacrifice.

Minutes and mercies multiplied,

Have made up all this day;

nutes came quick, but mercies were
More swift and free than they.

3 New time, new favour, and new joys, Do a new song require:

Till we shall praise thee, as we would,
Accept our heart's desire.

4 Lord of our days, whose hand hath set New time upon our score;

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

HYMN 96. C. M.

For Morning and Evening.

TOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand!

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Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing pow'r,
That rais'd us with a word,
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour
We lean upon the Lord.

3 The ev'ning rests our weary head,
And angels guard the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed,
That was not made our tomb.

4 "The rising morning can't assure
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door
To take our lives away.

5 Our breath is forfeited by sin,
To God's avenging law;

We own thy grace, immortal King!
In ev'ry gasp we draw.

6 God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;

Our feeble flesh lies safe at night,
Beneath his shady wings.

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HYMN 97. S. M.

Lord's day morning.
ELCOME sweet day of rest
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place,
Where my great God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this;
And sing, and bear herself away
To everlasting bliss.

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HYMN 98. C. M.

Lord's day evening.

REQUENT the day of God returns
To shed its quick'ning beams;

And yet how slow devotion burns!
How languid are its flames!
Accept our faint attempts to love,
Our frailties, Lord, forgive:
We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.
ncrease, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend,