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My Redeemer, dwell in me,
2 Thou my Rock, my Strength and
While I sleep,-deign to keep
Watch from hour'to hour;
Visit me with thy salvation ;
Be thou near,—that thy care,
Guard my habitation.
REFRESH me, Lord, with grace
diAnd bestow on me the favor
And to thy care my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.
2 Besprinkled with thy precious blood Under which I else should groan:
May I lie down to rest,
As in th' embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breast.
900.* T. 14. CHRIST's precious bloood, which
from each vein
Our sin and curse forth press'd,
When overwhelm’d with grief and faithful Lord and Saviour,
His soul was sore amaz'd;
2 May that refresh us while we sleep, Ev'n death need not fear,
And sanctify our rest,
And while we dream our spirit keep
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NO farther go to night, but stay,
May I adore and praise thee; Turn in, my Lord, with me;
And in the morning when I wake
Me under thy protection take,
Thus day and night I spend with
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To rest I now again retire,
Still near to thee by faith to keep,
And taste thy goodness while I sleep, Unto thee - Thou shalt be,
Who didst my soul by blood rem This night my Defender,
SLEEP well, dear child! sleep safe
Who always see thy Father's face,
And never slumber nights nor days.
2 God fill thee with his heav'nly 904. T. 16.
To steer thy christian course aright; HUSH, dear child, lie still and slumber, Make thee a tree of blessed root,
Holy angels guard thy bed! That ever bends with godly fruit. Heav'nly blessings without number 3 Those children are to God most Gently falling on thy head.
4 Arę not the joys of God above 3 How much better thou’rt attended Giv'n to the children of his love ?
Than the Son of God could be, He who desires to see his face, When from heaven he descended,
Must here become a child of grace. And became a child like thee.
5 Be thou, dear child, in thy degree 4 Soft and easy is thy cradle,
Like Jesus, in his infancy: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, He soon did ev'ry grace display, When his birth-place was a stable,
Tho' he was God, he learnt t'obey. And bis softest bed was hay.
6 He hath, by all he did and said, 5 Was there nothing but a manger For thee rich blessings merited;
Cursed sinners could afford, 'Twas thine entailed misery To receive the heav'nly Stranger,
Made him become a child like thee. Did they thus neglect our Lord ? 7 If thou partakest of his grace, 6 See the joyful shepherds round him, Thou wilt enjoy that happiness,
Telling wonders from the sky! Which our incarnate God regain'd Where they sought him, there they For all whom Adam's sin had stain'd. found him,
8 Soon in this world will finish'd be With his virgin-mother by.
The task God may design for thee; 7 'Twas to save thee, child, from dying, May'st thou, when this short life is That thy blest Redeemer came;
o'er, He by groans and bitter crying With Jesus live for evermore. Saved thee from burning flame,
9 Sleep now, dear child, and take thy # May'st thou live to know and fear him,)
rest; Trust and love him all thy days; If thou with riper years art blest, Then go dwell for ever near him, Increase in wisdom and in
grace, See his face, and sing his praise.
Till thou shalt see thy Saviour's face,
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SURE God is present here,
His gitis demand our praise;
Speaks him a God of grace,
2 In him we live and move,
We thank thee, Jesus, Source of love,
Who cam'st our souls to save.
Vouchsafe thy gifts to crown;
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JESUS' mercies never fail,
Gladly join to sing thy praise.
2 Lord, the gifts thou dost bestow, -907.* T. 10,
Can refresh and cheer us too :
But no gift can to the heart
Be what thou our Saviour art.
3 Praise our God! it is but just,
Gave us being, gave us breath,
Saves us from eternal death.
WHAT praise to thee, my Saviour,
my daily food!
Each crumb thou dost allow me,
With gratitude shall bow me,
Accounting all for me too good.
With truly grateful hearts receive, BE present at our table, Lord!
And thee, the Spring of life, forget; 2 We humbly thank thee, Lord our
Our thanks we offer at thy feet. For all thy gifts ow us bestow'd; Lord, may we always taste thy grace, And pray thee, graciously to grant Until we end our mortal race.
The food which day by day we w
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916. T. 157.1 LORD, bless what thou provided JESUS, thou art' my salvation ! hast!
Bow thine ear,-hear my pray'r,
Lord, avert all danger.
Show thy servant favor.
Thro' life's journey safely lead me;
Guide my way,- lest I stray
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LORD, in thy name we go our way;
Be thou our Guide, Support and Stay,
Protect us by thy mighty hand,
Where'er we go by sea or land.
I go where thou dost send:
Throughout our journey us direct, The toil and dangers of the way
Thy angels guard us and protect,
Yea, Shall all in lasting comforts end.
thou whate'er we do.
prosper 2 Attend me, Lord, in all my ways; Open my lips to sing thy praise
PRESERVE this ship and company,
Be their support when waves and tem-
pests roar, THE Lord be with me ev'ry where,
And bring them safely to their destin'd
shore, And screen me with paternal care
By his almighty arm.
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Tho' separated for a time,
There to extol thy help and pow'r. As if we never' were to meet again.
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He will thy strength and portion be; BLEST be that sacred cov'nant love, Support thy weakness, bear thy ails, Uniting tho' we part;
And softly whisper, " trust in me.”. Our bodies may
far off remove, Himself will be thy helping Friend, We still are one in heart.
Thy good Physician, yea thy Nurse, 2 Join'dt in one spirit to our Head,
* To make thy bed will condescend,
And from affliction take the curse.
* Psalm xli. 3.
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THO’ I'm in body full of pain,
And, should I die, I'm not afraid,
Since Jesus suffer'd in my stead.
2 Yet one thing will I ask of thee; Nor life nor death can part
Never, O Lord, forsake thou me; Those, who enjoying Jesus' grace,
But bless me often, keep my mind In him are one in heart.
Stay'd on thy help, to thee resign'd. 5 Soon will he wipe off ev'ry tear,
3 Then I shall be supremely blest, On Canaan's blissful shore,
Nor ask, tho' sick, to be releas'd;
I'll wait thy time, thy love I feel,
I know thou rulest all things well.
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I pine with sickness, and with sin ;
Bow'd down with guilt, I can't look up.
2. To thee, O Lord, in faith I turn, 929.
Who all my sicknesses hast borne; WHEN pining sickness wastes the Sin thou hadst none, and yet didst die frame,
For guilty sinners, such as I.
health restore, Joyless and flat all things appear, Lord, let me ne'er offend thee more.
Languid the spirits, weak the flesh,
OH, HOW'I long to go and see
The Lamb of God, who dy'd for me; To pray to him in time of need,
How do I languish, night and day,
To hear him bid me come away!
2 He loves and values me; I him
Above my life, or earth, or skies,