4 Awake my foul; with utmost care Thy true condition learn; What are thy hopes, how fure, how fair; Be this thy first concern. 5 Devoutly give thyfelf to God, And on his love depend; I 2 3 With zeal pursue the heavenly road, CCCLXV. Long Metre. DODDRIDGE. G REAT Lord of fpirits, we adore And 'midst ten thousand fons of light Amidft the waftes of time and death At length, difmiffed from feeble clay, 5 When fhall we reach thofe radiant courts, And all their joys and honours share? Yet while these labours we pursue, Though diftant from the heavenly throne, I 2 3 4 5 I Give us a zeal and love like their's, CCCLXVI. Long Metre. WATTS. G OD of the morning, at whofe voice The cheerful fun makes hafte to rife, Burfts from the goal, and doth rejoice To run his journey thro' the fkies. From the fair chambers of the east O like the fun, may I fulfil But I fhall rove, and lofe the race, And leave me in the world's wild maze My God, be thou my strength and guide, And lead me onward to my reft: No other hopes or cares befide Deserve a welcome in my breast. CCCLXVII. Common Metre. UNKNOWN. ight's dismal gloom once more is fled, Once Once more I quit my peaceful bed, 2 My bed-It might have been my grave, 3 As night's dark fhades, and brooding forms, 4 So be difperfed each brooding care, 5 And may I ever know the joy CCCLXVIII. Common Metre. THE The fame. HE night is paft; again my eye To thee, O fun, I not apply, To God my thanks I pay. 2 Night unto night his praise renews, In all my foul delighted views 3 Author of life and good! O how Shall I thy love return; U 2 " Give 4 2 3 4 5 "Give me thy heart, the good pursue, "So live, as to fubferve the enddyM M "Thus to thy God thy heart commend, CCCLXIX. Long Metre. FLATMAN. A The fame. WAKE, my foul! Awake, mine eyes! Awake, and fee the new-born light Spring from the darkfome womb of night! And cheered by his enlivening ray, Be mine a more informed joy ; Thy power has made, thy goodness kept This fenceless body while I flept; Yet one day more haft given me O keep my heart from fin fecure, Long CCCLXX. Long Metre. UNKNOWN. I 2 3 4 5 NO Evening Hymn. TOW fable night concludes the day; With me, my guardian God, abide ; And let not fin, in black array, Thy all propitious prefence hide. More than the fun thou art my day; Thy eye no flumber ever knows : When to my bed of reft I move, 1 Sleep is death's image; may I know 6. A little longer, longer hold! A while this mortal burden bear! |