To thee let my first off'rings rise,
Whose sun creates the day,
Swift as his glad'ning influence flies,
And spotless as his ray.
2 This day, thy fav'ring hand benigh,
So oft vouchsaf'd before;
Still may it lead, protect, supply,
And I that hand adore.
3 If bliss thy providence impart,
For which, resign'd, I pray,
Give me to feel a cheerful heart,
And grateful homage pay.
4 Affliction should thy love intend,
As vice or folly's cure,
Patient to gain that gracious end,
May I the means endure.
5 Be this and every future day
Still wiser than the past,
And when I all my life survey,
May grace sustain at last.
TOW the shades of night are gone;
Now
Now the morning light is come;
Lord, may we be thine to-day,
Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,
Banish doubt and clear our sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,
May we labour, watch and pray.
3 Keep our haughty passions bound:
Save us from our foes around;
Going out and coming in
Keep us safe from ev'ry sin.
4 When our work of life is past,
O receive us then at last;
Night and sin will be no more,
When we reach the heavenly shore.
HYMN 168. (L. M.)
Evening Hymn.
YLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own Almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I
Triumphing rise at the last day.
14 O may my soul on thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids
close:
Sleep, that may me more vig'rous
make,
To serve my God, when I awake.
My soul with heavenly thoughts sup
5 When in the night I sleepless lio,
ply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
6 O when shall I, in endless day,
For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns divine with angels sing,
Glory to thee, eternal King!
7 Praise God, from whom all blessings
flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, y' angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
HYMN 169. (L. M.)
Evening.
GREAT God! to thee my ev❜ning
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 onward rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,'
And witness to thy love and power
3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched
heart,
Too oft regardless of thy love,
Ingratoful, can from theo depart,
And from the path of duty rove.
4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood
Of Christ, my Lord; his name alone
I plead for pardon, gracious God,
And kind acceptance at thy throne.
5 With hope in him mine eyelids close,
With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy Name.
HYMN 170. (C. M.)
Evening.
NOW from the altar of our hearts,
Let flames of love arise;
Assist us, Lord, to offer up
Our ev'ning sacrifice.
Minutes and mercies multipli'd, Have made up all this day; Minutes came quick, but mercies were More swift, more free than they.
3 New time, new favours, and new Do a new song require;
Till we shall praise thee as we would, X. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Accept our hearts desire.
3 Lord, keep us safe this night
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.
HYMN 172. (IIT. 1.)
Psalm cxli. 2.
SOFTLY now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away; Free from care, from labour free, Lord, I would commune with thee! 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Nought escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmity,
Open fault, and secret sin.
3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall for ever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee!
Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity;
Then, from thine eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.
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INSPIRER and hearer of prayer, Thou shepherd and guardian of thine,
My all to thy covenant care
I, sleeping or waking, resign. 2 If thou art my shield and my sun, The night is no darkness to me; And, fast as my minutes roll on, They bring me but nearer to thee. 3 A sov'reign protector I have, Unseen, yet for ever at hand'; Unchangeably faithful to save, Almighty to rule and command. 4 His smiles and his comforts abound, His grace, as the dew, shall de scend;
And walls of salvation surround
The soul he delights to defend
HYMN 174. (C. M.) Renouncing the World. ET worldly minds the world pur It has no charms for me; [sue, Once I admir'd its follies too,
But grace has set me free.
2 Those follies now no longer please, No more delight afford;
Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have known the Lord.
3 As by the light of op'ning day
The stars are all conceal'd,
So earthly pleasures fade away
When Jesus is reveal'd.
4 Creatures no more divide my choice, I bid them all depart;
His name, and love, and gracious
Shall fix my roving heart. [voice
5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
And wholly five to thee:
Yet worthless still, myself I own,
Thy worth is all my plea.
HYMN 175. (L. M.)
Not ashamed of Christ.
JESUS! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man asham'd of thee! Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days!
2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far
Let night disown each radiant star;
'Tis midnight with my soul, till he,
Bright morning Star, bid darkness flee.
3 Asham'd of Jesus! O, as soon
Let morning blush to own the sun
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
5 Asham'd of Jesus! empty pride!
I'll boast a Saviour crucified
And, O, may this my portion be,
My Saviour not asham'd of me!
HYMN 176. (S. M.)
Prayer for Christian Graces.
JESUS, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know thou hear'st my prayer: Give me on thee to wait, Till I can all things do; On thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew
2 I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill:
A soul inur'd to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss;
Ready to take up and sustain
The consecrated cross.
3 I want a godly fear,
A quick, discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepar'd,
And arm'd with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
4 I want a heart to pray,
To and never cease,
pray
Never to murmur at thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less;
This blessing, above all,
Always to pray I want,
Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.
5 1 want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,
Unmov'd by threat'ning or reward,
To thee and thy great name;
A jealous, just concern
For thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify thy grace.
6 I rest upon thy word,
The promise is for me;
My succour and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from thee;
But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect love.
Prayer for Guidance. UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy pow'rful hand. 2 Open now the crystal fountains Whence the living waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through. 3 Feed me with the heavenly manna In this barren wilderness;
Be my sword, and shield, and banner;
Be the Lord my righteousness. 4 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subs 10:
Following the Example of Christ. WHENEVER the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to
To Jesus let us lift our eyes, strife,
Bright pattern of the Christiau life.
2 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live
3 To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal
Shone through his life divinely bright.
4 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.
5 But, ah! how blind, how weak we are!
How frail, how apt to turn aside!
Lord, we depend upon thy care;
We ask thy Spirit for our guide.
6 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,
O Saviour, daily more like thee.
Duties.
CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
A never dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky;
2 From youth to hoary age,
My calling to fulfiì:
O may it all my pow'rs engage
To do my Master's will.
3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live,
And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give;
4 Help me to watch and pray
And on thyself rely;
Assur'd if I my trust betray
I shall for ever die.
HYMN 180. (C. M.) "Forgetting those things which are behind," &c. Phil. iii. 13, 14. AWAKE, my soul, stretch every
And press with vigour on,
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; "Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine uplifted eye.
4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every
And press with vigour on, [nerve,
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
HYMN 181. (C. M.)
Doubting.
THE Lord will happiness divine
16 So shall my walk be close with God
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
HYMN 183. (III. 1.)
Trials.
TIS my happiness below,
Not to live without the cross
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying ev'ry loss.
2 Trials must and will befall,
But with humble faith to see Love inscrib'd upon them allThis is happiness to me. 3 Did I meet no trials here, No chastisement by the way, mineMight I not with reason fear I should be a cast-away?
On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is
A contrite heart, or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.
3 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;
But when I cry, "My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.
4 I see thy saints with comfort fill'd,
When in thy house of prayer;
But still in bondage I am held,
And find no comfort there.
5 O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break;
And heal it, if it be.
HYMN 182. (C. M.)
Desires after renewed Holiness.
OH for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb;
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd;
How sweet their mem❜ry still:
But now I feel an aching void
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
4 Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to pray'r;
Bring me to my Saviour's feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there
HYMN 184. (C. M.)
Habitual Devotion.
WHILE thee I seek, protecting
Be my vain wishes still'd: And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be fill'd.
2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bostow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.
4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days
In ev'ry pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill: Resign'd, when storms of sorrow My soul shall meet thy will. [low't, 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gath'ring storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no That heart will rest on thee. [fear HYMN 185.
Heaven seen by Faith.
S, when the weary trav'ller gains
The height of some commanding
hill,
His heart revives, if o'er the plains
He sees his home, though distant
still.
2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers; No more he grieves for sorrows
Nor any future conflict fears,
So he nay safe arrive at last.
40 Lord, on thee our hopes we stay,
To lead us on to thine abode;
Assur'd thy love will far o'er pay
The hardest labours of the road.
"I would not live alway." Job vii. 16.
WOULD not live alway: I ask not
to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark,
The few lurid mornings that dawn on
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
XI. DEATH.
HYMN 188. (C. M.)
Job xiv. 1, 2. 5, 6.
FFW are thy days, and full of wo,
Oman, of woman born!
Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art,
"To dust thou shall return."
2 Behold the emblem of thy state
In flow'rs that bloom and die,
Or in the shadow's fleeting form
That mocks the gazer's eye.
3 Determin'd are the days that fly
Successive o'er thy head;
The number'd hour is on the wing
That lays thee with the dead.
4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath,
The short allotted span,
That bounds the few and weary days
Of pilgrimage to man.
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