4 So bless each future day and night, At length, to realms of endless light, 687 L. M. KEBLE. "Abide with us, for it is toward Evening." Luke xxiv. 29. 2 Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, 688 L. M. Morning or Evening. WATTS. 1 MY God, how endless is thy love! 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command; To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. 689 P. M. H. WARE, JUN. Prayer at Morning and Evening. 1 TO prayer, to prayer! for the morning breaks, 690 C. M. A Family Prayer. H. K. WHITE. 1 O LORD, another day is flown, And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before thy throne, 2 And wilt thou lend a listening ear Thou wilt; for thou dost love to hear 3 0, let thy grace perform its part, 4 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine, A flock by Jesus led, The Sun of holiness shall shine In glory on our head. 5 And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet 691 L. M. J. Q. ADAMS. In Sickness. 1 LORD of all worlds, let thanks and praise With blessings thou hast crowned my days, - No impious murmur in my heart, 2 Thy child am I, and not an hour, And shall this bosom dare repine, Or spurn 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; 692 C. M. DODDRIDGE. Praise for Recovery from Sickness. Ps. cxviii. 18, 19. 2 To thee in my distress I cried, And thou hast bowed thine ear; 3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness, 4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand Renews our laboring breath; Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints 693 C. M. WATTS. A Morning Song. For a Child. 1 MY God! who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise, And, to give light to all below, Doth send him round the skies. 2 When, from the chambers of the east, His morning race begins, He never tires, nor stops to rest, 3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil 4 Give me, O Lord, thy early grace, That the young morning of my days 540 |