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.
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.
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,
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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