6 May I like you in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform like you my Maker's will:
O! may I never more do ill.

7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first spring of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.

9 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

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HYMN XLV.

Evening Hymn.

LORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thy 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 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 heavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
6 Let my blest guardian, while I sleep,
Close to my bed his vigils keep;
Divine love into me instil,

Stop all the avenues of ill.

7 Thought to thought with my soul converse,

Celestial joys to me rehearse;

And in my stead, all the night long,

Sing to my God a grateful song.

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8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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HYMN XLVI.

Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm.
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sov'reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise;

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

HYMN XLVII.

Praise to the Redeemer.

Tawake the sacred song!

O our Redeemer's glorious name

O may his love (immortal flame!)

tune every heart and tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach? what mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch

in wonder dies away.

3 He left his radiant throne on high,
'left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!
was ever love like this?

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
our humble thanks to thee;
May every heart with rapture say,
"The Saviour dy'd for me."

5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme fill every heart and tongue;

Till strangers love thy charming name, and join the sacred song.

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HYMN XLVIII.

Communion with Christ.

NO Jesus, our exalted Lord,

and

That name, in heaven and earth ador'd, Fain would our hearts and voices raise A cheerful song of sacred praise. 2 But all the notes which mortals know, Are weak, and languishing, and low; Far, far above our humble songs, The theme demands immortal tongues. 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet, And worship at his sacred feet; O let our warm affections move, In glad returns of grateful love. 4 Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore, But long to know and love thee more; And whilst we taste the bread and wine, Desire to feed on joys divine.

5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,

To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.
6 Let humble penitential woe,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving love impart,
Life, hope and joy to every heart.

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HYMN XLIX.

The Lord's Day.

WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
that saw the Lord arise;

WELCOME,

Welcome to this reviving breast, and these rejoicing eyes.

2 The King himself comes near to feast his saints to-day;

Here we may sit, and see him here, and love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day amidst the place

where Jesus is within,

Is better than ten thousand days of pleasure and of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay in such a frame as this, Till it is call'd to soar away to everlasting bliss.

HYMN L.

Preparations for religious Worship.

1 AR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,

Let my religious hours alone;

From flesh and sense I would be free,
And hold communion, Lord, with thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire,

To see thy grace, to taste thy love,
And feel thine influence from above.
3 When I can say that God is mine,
When I can see thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that men call rich and great.
4 Send comfort down from thy right hand,
To cheer me in this barren land;
And in thy temple let me know

The joys that from thy presence flow.

HYMN LI.

Thine Eyes shall see the King in his Beauty. Isaiah

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xxxiii. 17.

HOULD nature's charms, to please the eye, in sweet assemblage join,

All nature's charms would droop and die,

Jesus, compar'd with thine.

2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd, and vain her blooming store;

Her brightness languishes to shade,
her beauty is no more.

3 But ah, how far from mortal sight
the Lord of glory dwells!
A veil of interposing night

his radiant face conceals.

4 O could my longing spirit rise
on strong immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the skies,
my Saviour and my King!

5 There thousands worship at thy feet,
and there (divine employ !)

The triumphs of thy love repeat, in songs of endless joy.

6 Thy presence beams eternal day

o'er all the blissful place;

Who would not drop this load of clay,

and die, to see thy face?

HYMN LII.

The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures.

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NATHER of mercies! in thy word
what endless glory shines!

For ever be thy name ador'd

for these celestial lines.

2 Here may the wretched sons of want

exhaustless riches find;

Riches above what earth can grant, and lasting as the mind.

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, and yields a free repast,

Sublimer sweets than nature knows
invite the longing taste.

4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys
attend the blissful sound.

5 O may these heavenly pages be
my ever dear delight;

And still new beauties may I see, and still increasing light.

6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, be thou for ever near;

Teach me to love thy sacred word, and view my Saviour there.

HYMN LIII.

The Seasons crowned with goodness. Psalm lxv. 11. TERNAL source of every joy!

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Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,

To hail thee sov'reign of the year.

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole:
The sun is taught by thee to rise,

And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring, at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coast redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,

No more the face of horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and evening shade.
6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.

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HYMN LIV.

A Funeral Thought.

[ARK! from the tombs, a mournful sound,
my ears attend the cry;

"Ye living men, come view the ground,
"where you must shortly lie.