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4 So bless each future day and night,
Till life's fond scene is o'er ;
Enraptured, let me soar.
KEBLE. " Abide with us, for it is toward Evening.” Luke xxiv. 29. 1 'TIS gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
The last, faint pulse of quivering light. 2 Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear,
It is not night, if thou be near;
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Forever on my Savior's breast.
For without thee I cannot live;
WATTS. Morning or Evening. 1 MY God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new,
Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command;
To thee I consecrate my days;
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
H. WARE, Jun. Prayer at Morning and Evening. 1 TO prayer, to prayer! for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker's smiles awakes :
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer. 2 To prayer! for the glorious sun is gone,
And the gathering darkness of night comes on:
H. K. WHITE.
And we, a lonely band,
To bless thy fostering hand.
2 And wilt thou lend a listening ear
To praises low as ours ?
The song which meekness pours. 3 O, let thy grace perform its part,
And let contention cease ;
Thine everlasting peace.
A flock by Jesus led,
In glory on our head.
And thou wilt bless our way,
The dawn of lasting day.
J. Q. Adams. In Sickness. 1 LORD of all worlds, let thanks and praise
To thee forever fill my soul ; With blessings thou hast crowned my days,
My heart, my head, my hand control : o, let no vain presumption rise,
No impious murmur in my heart, To crave the boon thy will denies,
Or shrink from ill thy hands impart. 2 Thy child am I, and not an hour,
Revolving in the orbs above,
But brings some token of thy love:
And shall this bosom dare repine,
In darkness dare deny the dawn, Or spurn the treasures of the mine,
Because one diamond is withdrawn? 3 The fool denies, the fool alone,
Thy being, Lord, and boundless might, Denies the firmament, thy throne,
Denies the sun's meridian light; Denies the fashion of his frame,
The voice he hears, the breath he draws; O idiot atheist! to proclaim
Effects unnumbered without cause ! 4 Matter and mind, mysterious one,
Are man's for threescore years and ten; Where, ere the thread of life was spun?
Where, when reduced to dust again? All-seeing God, the doubt suppress;
The doubt thou only canst relieve; My soul thy Savior-Son shall bless,
Fly to thy gospel, and believe.
In every chastening stroke ;
Thy presence I invoke.
And thou hast bowed thine ear;
And brought salvation near.
3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness,
That, with the pious throng,
And tune my grateful song. 4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand
Renews our laboring breath;
Triumphant e'en in death.
A Morning Song. For a Child.
1 MY God! who makes the sun to know
His proper hour to rise,
Doth send him round the skies.
2 When, from the chambers of the east,
His morning race begins,
But round the world he shines. 3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day,
March on my heavenly way.
Nor let my soul complain
Has all been spent in vain.