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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 rising morn cannot assure
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door
To hurry us away.

4 Our life is forfeited by sin
To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King,
In ev'ry breath we draw.

5 God is our sun-whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble frame lies safe at night,
Beneath his shady wings.



1 ON thee, each morring, O my God,
My waking thoughts attend;
In thee are founded all my hopes,
In thee my wishes end.

2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;
And, fir'd with grateful zeal, prepares
A sacrifice of praise.

3 When ev'ning slumbers press my eyes,
With his protection blest,
In peace and safety I commit
My weary limbs to rest.

4 My spirit, in his hand secure,
Fears no approaching ill;
For, whether waking or asleep,
Thou, Lord, art with me still.

Daily Devotion.


1 MY God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thine house;
And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice.

2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From ev'ry rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path, where sinners lead.
3 Oh, may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite, and reprove my wandering way;
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.
4 When I behold them press'd with grief,
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;
And by my warm petitions, prove
How much I prize their faithful love.




1 FATHER of all, thy care we bless,
Which crowns our families with peace;
From thee they spring, and by thy hand
They have been, and are still sustain'd.
2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd,
Be our domestic altars rais'd;

Who, Lord of heav'n, scorns not to dwell With saints in their obscurest cell. 3 To thee may each united house, Morning and night present its vows; Our servants there, and rising race, Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace. 4 Oh, may each future age proclaim The honours of thy glorious name; While, pleas'd and thankful, we remove To join the family above.


Love to the Brethren.


1 BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds

Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts, and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes:

Our mutual burdens bear; And often from each other flows The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.



1 LO! what an entertaining sight, Those friendly brethren prove,

Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite,

Of harmony and love!

2 Where streams of bliss from Christ the spring, Descend to every soul;

And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole.

3 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,
Where God his mildest glory shows,
And makes his grace distil.



1 BLEST are the sons of peace,

Whose hearts and hopes are one; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run.

2 Blest is the pious house,

Where zeal and friendship meet;
Their songs of praise-their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.

3 From those celestial springs
Such streams of pleasure flow,
As no increase of riches brings,
Nor honours can bestow.

4 Thus on the heav'nly hills
The saints are blest above;
Where joy, like morning dew, distils,
And all the air is love.


HYMN. S. P. M.

1 HOW pleasant 'tis to see
Kindred and friends agree,
Each in his proper station move;
And each fulfil his part,
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love!

2 Like fruitful showers of rain,
That water all the plain,
Descending from the neighbouring hills;
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly soul,
Where love, like heav'nly dew, distils.



1 AUTHOR of good-to thee we turn:
Thine ever wakeful eye

Alone can all our wants discern-
Thy hand alone supply.

2 O let thy love within us dwell,
Thy fear our footsteps guide;
That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear all fears beside.

3 And O, by error's force subdued,
Since oft, by stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill;-

4 Not what we wish-but what we want,
Let mercy still supply:
The good we ask not, Father, grant-
The ill we ask-deny.



1 GOD of our fathers! by whose hand
Thy people still are blest,

Be with us through our pilgrimage,
Conduct us to our rest.

2 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

3 O spread thy sheltering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease,

And at our Father's lov'd abode

Our souls arrive in peace.

4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;

And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God,
And portion evermore.



1 THOU, Lord, through every changing scene,
Hast to the saints a refuge been;
Through every age, eternal God!
Their pleasing home-their safe abode.

2 In thee our fathers sought their rest,
And were with thy protection blest;
Behold their sons, a feeble race!
We come to fill our fathers' place.

3 Through all the thorny paths we tread,
Ere we are number'd with the dead,
When friends desert-and foes invade,
Be thou our all-sufficient aid!

4 And when this pilgrimage is o'er,
And we must dwell on earth no more,
To thee, great God! may we ascend,
And find an everlasting Friend.

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