enable us and others to glorify thee in all that whereby thou hast made thyself known, and dispose of all things to thine own glory.

Let thy kingdom come; let Satan's kingdom be destroyed, and let the kingdom of thy grace be advanced; let us and others be brought into it, and kept in it, and let the kingdom of thy glory be hastened.

Let thy will be done on earth as it is done in heaven; make us by thy grace able and willing to know, obey, and submit to thy will in all things as the angels do in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread; of thy free gift let us receive a competent portion of the good things of this life, and let us enjoy thy blessing with them.

And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us. We pray that for Christ's sake thou wouldst freely pardon all our sins, and that by thy grace thou wouldst enable us from the heart to forgive others.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Either keep us, O Lord, from being tempted to sin, or support and deliver us when we are tempted.

For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever. Lord, we take our encouragement in prayer from thyself only, and desire in our prayers to praise thee, ascribing kingdom, power, and glory to thee: And in testimony of our desires and assurance to be heard through Jesus Christ, we say, Amen.

MORNING HYMN.

Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Redeem thy misspent moments past,
And live this day as if the last;
Thy talents to improve take care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways.

Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing
High glory to the eternal King!

THE EVENING HYMN.

Glory to thee, my God, this night.
For all the blessings of the light.
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thy own almighty wings!

Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That, with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

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Teach me to live, that I
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

O let my soul on thee repose!

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep that shall me more vig'rous make, To serve my God when I awake.

If 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.

THE LITTLE CHILD'S PRAYER.

Lord, look upon a little child,
By Nature sinful, rude, and wild;
Oh! put thy gracious hands on me,
And make me all I ought to be.

Make me thy child-a child of God,
Wash'd in my Saviour's precious blood;
And my whole soul, from sin set free,
A little vessel full of thee.

A star of early dawn, and bright,
Shining within thy sacred light;
A beam of grace to all around,
A little spot of hallow'd ground.

Oh! Jesus, take me to thy breast,
And bless me, that I may be blest;
Both when I wake, and when I sleep,
Thy little lamb in safety keep.

HEART BREATHINGS.

Blessed Lord! who hast commanded and invited us to pray unto thee, O let thy Spirit help my infirmities; and do thou so dispose my mind, and prepare my heart, that my prayers and praises may be acceptable in thy sight, through the mediation, and for the sake of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Bless the Lord, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless his holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:

Who forgiveth all mine iniquities; who healeth all my diseases; who redeemeth my life from destruction; who crowneth me with lovingkindness and tender mercies; who satisfieth my mouth with good things: so that my youth is renewed like the eagle's. Amen.

THY WILL BE DONE.

My God, my Father, while I stray,
Far from my home on life's rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done!

If thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize-it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what is thine;
Thy will be done!

Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I strive to say,
Thy will be done!

If but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest;
Thy will be done!