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HYMN 20. C. M. Mear. [*]

1 To thee, Great God! in thankful song

My morning vows shall rise;
Thy goodness made my slumbers sweet,

And cheers my waking eyes.
2 With joyful heart, I now behold

The sun's enlivening beams;
I might have waked in wild affright,

Amidst devouring flames.
3 How many, dear to thee, opprest

With cares, and fears, and pain,
Sleepless, have wish'd returning day,

And day return'd in vain;
4 Still on their restless beds they lie,

Their woes bewailing still;
Whilst I rais'd up from soft repose,

A thousand comforts feel.
5 Through whate’er trying scenes this day,

I may be called to pass;
Lord! grant me in the needful hour,

Thy all-sufficient grace.
6 Thus every morning shall my song

As holy incense rise,
Propitious, in thy Son, accept

The willing sacrifice. CODMAN'S COL.

HYMN 21. S. M. Watchman. [*]

1 The day is past and gone,

The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well,

The night of death draws near.
2 We lay our garments by,

Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all)

Of what we here possess.
3 Lord! keep us safe this night,

Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,

T'ill morning light appears.
4 And, if we early rise

And view the unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,

And after glory run.

5 And when our days are past, And we froin time remove, 0! may we in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love.


HYMN 22. L. M. Sicilian. [*]

1 How should the morning of my days,
Be spent in humble prayer and praise,
To him who gave my life and breath,
And still preserves my soul from death!
2. God has from sleep restor'd my sight,
I'll praise him for the morning light,
For his protecting grace I'll pray
To guard and keep me all the day.
3 To him I'll dedicate my days,
Then shall I prosper on my ways;
And while my calling. I pursue
His praise shall terminate my view.
4 O! may his condescending love,
Still draw my heart to things above,
That I, among his saints, may know
The joys of heaven begun below.


HYMN 23. C. M. Hymn Second. [b]

1 Dread Sovoreign! let my evening song,

Like holy incense rise;
Assist the offerings of my tongue

To reach the lofty skies.
2 Through all the dangers of the day,

Thy hand was still my guard; And still to drive my wants away

Thy mercy stood prepared.
3 Perpetual blessings from above

Encompass me around;
But, O! how few returns of love

Hath my Creator found.
4 What have I done for him, who died

To save my wretched soul! How are my follies multiplied,

Fast as my minutes roll
5 Lord! with this guilty heart of mine,

To thy dear cross I fee,
And to thy grace my soul resign

To be renewed by thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pard’ning blood,

I lay me down to rest, As in the embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast. WATTS.

HYMN 24. C. M. St. Martins. [*]

Morning 1 God of our lives! our morning songs,

To thee we cheerful raise, Thine acts of love 'tis good to sing,

And pleasant 'tis to praise. 2 Guardian of man! thy wakeful eyes

Nor sleep, nor slumber know; Thine eyes pierce thro' the shades of night,

Intent on all below. 3 Sustain'd by thee, our opening eyes,

Salute the morning light; Secure we stand, unhurt by all

The arrows of the night. 4 Our lives renewed, our strength repaired

To thee our God are due;
Teach us thy ways, and give us grace,

Our duty to pursue.
5 From every evil way defend,

But guard us most from sin; Direct our goings out, O Lord!

And bless our comings in. 6 O may thy holy fear command,

Each action thought and word; Then shall we sweetly close the day, Approv'd of thee, O Lord!


HYMN 25. 7s. Hotham. [*]

Saturday Evening.
1 Safely through another week,
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
On the approaching Sabbath day;
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.
2 Mercies, multiplied each hour,
Through the week, our praise demand;
Guarded by Almighty Power,
Fed and guided by his hand;
Though ungrateful we have been,
Only made returns of sin.

3 While we pray for pardoning grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show thy reconciled face,
Take away our sin and shame.
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this night with thee.
4 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.
5 May the Gospel's joyful sound,
Conquer sinners, comfort saints,
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints.
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above. NEWTON.

HYMN 26. C. M. Zion. [b *]

Swiftness of Time. New Year.
1 Remark, my soul! the narrow bound,

Of the revolving year;
How swift the weeks complete their round

How short the months appear! 2 So fast eternity comes on

And that important day,
When all that mortal lite hath done,

God's judgment shall survey.
3 Yet, like an idle tale, we pass

The swift revolving year;
And study artful ways t' increase

The speed of its career.
4 Waken, O God! my careless heart,

Its great concerns to see;
That I may act the Christian part,

And give the year to thee.
5 So shall their course more grateful roll,

If future years arise;
Or this shall bear my waiting soul

To joys above the skies. DoDDRIDGE,

HYMN 27. L M. Pilesgrove. [*]

Help obtained of God. New Year. 1 Great God! we sing that mighty hand, By which supported still we stand.

The op'ning year thy mercy shows; Let mercy crown it till it close. 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, Still we are guarded by our God; By his incessant bounty fed, By his unerring counsel led. 3 With grateful hearts the past we own; The future-all to us unknown, We to thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before thy feet. 4 In scenes exalted or depress’d, Be thou our joy, and thou our rest; Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Adord through all our changing days. 5 When death shall interrupt our songs, And seal in silence mortal tongues, Our Helper, God, in whom we trust, In better worlds our souls shall boast. Rippon's Col.

HYMN 28. C. M. Reading. [b]

Publick Fast. 1 See, gracious Lord! before thy throne,

Thy mourning people bend! "Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone,

Our humble hopes depend.. 2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand,

Thy dreadful pow'r display; Yet mercy spares this guilty land,

And still we live to pray. 3 How changed, alas! are truths divine,

For errour, guilt, and shame! What impious

numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name.
4 O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord!

By thy resistless grace;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,

And humbly seek thy face.
5 Then should insulting foes invade,

We shall not sink in fear, Secure of never failing aid,

When God, our God, is near. STEELE.

HYMN 29. C. M. Zion. [b]

Publick Fast. 1 Come, let our souls adore the Lord,

Whose judgments yet delay,

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