3 For the blessings of this day, For the mercies of this hour, For the gospel's cheering ray, For the Spirit's quick'ning pow'r, Grateful notes to thee I raise; O, accept my song of praise.
1 IN mercy, Lord, remember me, Through all the hours of night, And grant to me most graciously The safeguard of thy might. 2 With cheerful heart I close my eyes Since thou wilt not remove: Oh, in the morning let me rise Rejoicing in thy love!
3 Or, if this night should prove the last, And end my transient days;
Lord, take me to thy promis'd rest, Where I may sing thy praise,
1 FATHER, by saints on earth ador'd, By saints beyond the skies,
Accept, through Jesus Christ, our Lord, Our ev'ning sacrifice.
2 If kept to-day from wilful sin,
We magnify thy grace;
Thou hast our kind preserver been, And thine be all the praise.
3 We live to testify the grace,
Which sure salvation brings; And sink to night in thine embrace, And rest beneath thy wings.
4 But whether, Lord, we wake or sleep, The charge of love divine,
We trust thy Providence to keep Our souls for ever thine.
1 SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal:
Sin and want we come confessing, Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow past us fly, Angel-guards from thee surround us, We are safe, if thou art nigh.
2 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee; Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be; Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb;
May the morn in heav'n awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom!
1 O LORD, another day is flown, And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fost'ring hand.
2 And wilt thou bend a list'ning ear To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours.
3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, As we before thee pray;
For thou didst bless the infant train, And we are less than they.
4 Oh, let thy grace perform its part, And let contention cease;
And shed abroad in ev'ry heart Thine everlasting peace.
1 THE night shall hear me raise my song, And in her silent courts my tongue
Shall pour the solitary lay,
For all the mercies of the day.
2 Nor will my God disdain to hear
The sigh I breathe-the fervent pray'r:
When, sinking to oblivious rest, I seek the pillow of his breast.
3 And when the blushing morn shall rise, To tinge with gold the eastern skies; With strength renew'd, my thankful lay Shall hail the new-born beams of day.
1 INSPIRER and Hearer of pray'r, Before whom a sinner may bend; My all to thy covenant care,
I sleeping or waking commend. 2 If thou art my shield and my sun, The night is no darkness to me; And fast as my moments roll on, They bring me but nearer to thee. 3 From evil secure, and its dread, I rest, if my Saviour be nigh; And songs his kind presence indeed, Shall in the night season supply. 4 He smiles, and my comforts abound; His grace as the dew shall descend; And walls of salvation surround The soul he delights to defend.
1 IN all my vast concerns with thee, In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye.
2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways And secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they're form'd within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean.
4 Oh wondrous knowledge, deep and high, Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie, Enclos'd on ev'ry side.
5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from ev'ry ill, Secur'd by sov'reign love.
1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; I am for ever thine:
I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head, From cares and business free, 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace, I'll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep.
1 BEGONE, my worldly cares, away, Nor dare to tempt my sight;
Let me begin th' ensuing day, Before I end this night.
2 Yes, let the work of pray'r and praise Employ my heart and tongue;
Begin, my soul;-thy Sabbath days Can never be too long.
3 Let the past mercies of the week Excite a grateful frame;
Nor let my tongue refuse to speak Some good of Jesus' name.
4 On wings of expectation borne, My hopes to heav'n ascend;
I long to welcome in the morn, With thee the day to spend.
HYMN. 7's. Sabbath-Eve. Heb. iv. 9.
1 SAFELY through another week, God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek,
On th' approaching Sabbath day. Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.
2 When the morn shall bid us rise, May we feel thy presence near! May thy glory meet our eyes When we in thy house appear! There afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast.
MORNING OR EVENING HYMNS.
A Hymn for Morning or Evening. 1 MY God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sov'reign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs. 3 I yield my pow'rs to thy command, To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
1 HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound, To God's upholding hand; Ten thousand snares attend us round, And yet secure we stand.
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