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WATTS. An Evening Song. For a Child. 1 AND now another day is gone,
I'll sing my Maker's praise ;
His providence and grace.
My sins, how great their sum !
And strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Let angels guard my head,
Their watch around my bed.
Since thou wilt not remove,
Rejoicing in thy love.
PIERPONT. Morning Hymn. For a Child. 1 O GOD, I thank thee that the night
In peace and rest hath passed away, And that I see, in this fair light,
My Father's smile, that makes it day. 2 Be thou my Guide, and let me live
As under thine all-seeing eye; Supply my wants, my sins forgive, And make me happy when I die,
PIERPONT. Evening Hymn. For a Child. 1 ANOTHER day its course hath run,
And still, O God, thy child is blest; For thou hast been by day my Sun,
And thou wilt be by night my Rest. 2 Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close;
And now, when all the world is still, I give my body to repose,
My spirit to my Father's will.
WATTS. The aged Christian's Prayer. Ps. 71. 1 GOD of my childhood and my youth,
The Guide of all my days,
And told thy wondrous ways.
And leave my fainting heart? Who shall sustain my sinking years, If God, my Strength, depart ?
i 3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim
To the surviving age,
When I shall quit the stage.
Attends my next remove ;
Teach the wide world thy love.
WATTS. The aged Saint's Reflection and Hope. Ps. 71. 1 MY God, my everlasting Hope,
I live upon thy truth;
And strengthened all my youth. 2 Still has my life new wonders seen
Repeated every year;
I trust them to thy care.
When hoary hairs arise ;
Whene'er thy servant dies.
When men review my days,
In every line thy praise.
ADDISON. The Traveller's Hymn. 1 HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord !
How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care, They pass unhurt through burning climes,
And breathe in tainted air.
3 Thy mercy sweetens every soil,
Makes every region please ; The hoary, frozen hills it warms,
And smooths the boisterous seas. 4 Though by the dreadful tempest tossed,
High on the broken wave,
Nor impotent to save.
Obedient to thy will ;
At thy command is still.
Thy goodness I'll adore,
And humbly hope for more.
WATTS. The Seaman's Hymn. Ps. 107. 1 WOULD you behold the works of God,
His wonders in the world abroad,
The unknown regions of the seas.
And seize the favor of the wind,
That heave the ocean to the skies.
Lost to all hope, to God they cry;
4 He bids the winds their wrath assuage;
The furious waves forget their rage;
The haven where they wished to be. 5 O, may the sons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord;
J. Q. Adams.
1 O THAT the race of men would raise
Their voices to their heavenly King, And with the sacrifice of praise
The glories of Jehovah sing ! Ye navigators of the sea,
Your course on ocean's tides who keep, And there Jehovah's wonders see,
His wonders in the briny deep! 2 He speaks; conflicting whirlwinds fly ;
The waves in swelling torrents flow; They mount, aspire to heaven on high;
They sink, as if to hell below: Their souls with terror melt away ;
They stagger, as if drunk with wine ; Their skill is vain, to thee they pray;
O, save them, Energy divine !
Their hearts with rapture are inspired;