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2 This day thy fav'ring hand be nigh,

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 ev'ry future day

Still wiser than the past, And when I all my life survey, May grace sustain at last. HYMN 167.

(111. 1.) Morning row the shades of night are gone;

Now the morning light is conie; Lord, may we be thine to day;

Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill our souls with heav'nly light,

Banish doubt and clear our sight,
In thy service, Lord, to-day,
May we labour, watch and

3 Keep our haughty passions bound;

Save us from our foes around;
Going out and coming in

eep 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 heav'nly shore.
HYMN 168.

(L. m.) Evening Hymn. 1 GI LORY 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.


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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 may

Triumphing rise at the last day.
4 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.
5 When in the night, I sleepless lie,

My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

No pow'rs of darkness me molest.
6 Oh! 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.)
1 1 REAT God! to thee my ev'ning song

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 pow'r.
3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,

Too oft regardless of thy love,
Ungrateful, can from thee 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.
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HYMN 170.

(c. m.)
1 NOW from the altar of our hearts,

| Let flames of love arise;
Assist us, Lord, to offer up

Our ev'ning sacrifice.
2 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 joys,

Do a new song require;
Till we shall praise thee as we would
Accept our hearts' desire.
HYMN 171.

(s. m.)

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THE day is past and gone;

The ev'ning 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 shall soon disrobe us all

Of what is here possest.
3 Lord, keep us safe this night,

Secure from all our fears; I
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.
HYMN 172.

(111. 1.)
PSALM cxli. 2.
SOFTLY now the light of day

upon my
Free from care, from labour free,
Lord, I would commune with thee !


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2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye L Lo Naught escapes, without

, within, L

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!
L 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known

All of man's infirmity;
Then, from thine eternal throne, I L
Jesus, look with pitying eye.

HYMN 173. (iv. 2.)

1 TNSPIRER and hearer of pray'r,


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 sún,

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 descend;
And walls of salvation surround

The soul he delights to defend.

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HYMN 174.

(c. m.)
Renouncing the World.
ET worldly minds the world pursue,

It has no charms for me;
Once I admir'd its follies too,

But grace has set me free.

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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 reveald.
4 Creatures no more divide my choice,

I bid them all depart;
His name, and love, and gracious voice

Shall fix my roving heart.
5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,

And wholly live to thee;
Yet worthless still, myself I own,

Thy worth is all my plea.

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HYMN 175.

(L. M.) Not ashamed of Christ.

Mar 8,8 1 JESU (ESUS! 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 heav'n 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 crucifi’d;
And, O, may this my portion be,
My Saviour not asham'd of me!

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