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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.


HYMN. 8's & 7's.

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.


HYMN. 8's.

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.

Saturday Night.


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.




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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