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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 ;
My comforts every hour make known

His providence and grace.
2 But how my childhood runs to waste !

My sins, how great their sum !
Lord, give me pardon for the past,

And strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep;

Let angels guard my head,
And through the hours of darkness keep

Their watch around my bed.
4 With cheerful heart I close my eyes,

Since thou wilt not remove,
And in the morning let me rise

Rejoicing in thy love.

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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,

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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.

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WATTS. The aged Christian's Prayer. Ps. 71. 1 GOD of my childhood and my youth,

The Guide of all my days,
I have declared thy heavenly truth,

And told thy wondrous ways.
2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,

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,
And leave a savor of thy name

When I shall quit the stage.
4. The land of silence and of death

Attends my next remove ;
O, may these poor remains of breath

Teach the wide world thy love.

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C. M.

WATTS. The aged Saint's Reflection and Hope. Ps. 71. 1 MY God, my everlasting Hope,

I live upon thy truth;
Thy hands have held my childhood up,

And strengthened all my youth. 2 Still has my life new wonders seen

Repeated every year;
Behold, my days that yet remain,

I trust them to thy care.
3 Cast me not off when strength declines,

When hoary hairs arise ;
And round me let thy glories shine,

Whene'er thy servant dies.
4 Then, in the history of my age,

When men review my days,
They'll read thy love in every page,

In every line thy praise.

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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,
They know thou art not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save.
5 The storm is laid; the winds retire,

Obedient to thy will ;
The sea, that roars at thy command,

At thy command is still.
6 In midst of dangers, fears, and death,

Thy goodness I'll adore,
And praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly hope for more.

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WATTS. The Seaman's Hymn. Ps. 107. 1 WOULD you behold the works of God,

His wonders in the world abroad,
Go with the mariners, and trace

The unknown regions of the seas.
2 They leave their native shores behind,

And seize the favor of the wind,
Till God command, and tempests rise,

That heave the ocean to the skies.
3 When land is far, and death is nigh,

Lost to all hope, to God they cry;
His mercy hears the loud address,
And sends salvation in distress.

4 He bids the winds their wrath assuage;

The furious waves forget their rage;
'Tis calm, and sailors smile to see

The haven where they wished to be. 5 O, may the sons of men record

The wondrous goodness of the Lord;
Let them their private offerings bring,
And in the church his glory sing.

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L. M.

J. Q. Adams.

Ps. 107.

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 !
3 He stays the storm; the waves subside;

Their hearts with rapture are inspired;
Soft breezes waft them o'er the tide,
In gladness, to their port desired :

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