1 ONCE more my eyes behold the day,
And to my God, my soul would pay
Its tributary lays:

O may the life preserv'd by thee,
With all its powers and blessings be
Devoted to thy praise.

2 Beneath the shadow of thy wings,
(Israel's great Keeper, King of kings)
My weary head found rest:
No dire alarms, or racking pains,
Devouring flames, or galling chains,
Disturb my peaceful breast,

3 How many, since I laid me down
Have launch'd into a world unknown,
To meet a dreadful doom;

While some on watery billows toss'd,
Or wand'ring on an unknown coast,
Have sigh'd in vain for home.
4 But, I am spared to see thy face,
A monument of saving grace,
And live to praise thy name:
Still be thou near, my gracious Lord,
To keep and guide;-and by thy word
Peace to my soul proclaim.

5 Let me enjoy thy presence here,
In ev'ry storm my heart to cheer,
Till thou shalt bid me rise,

Where sin and sorrow never come,
Till at my blest eternal home,
I wake in sweet surprise.

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HYMN. C. M.

The fear of God. Prov. xxiii. 17.

1 THRICE happy souls, who, born of heav'n,
While yet they sojourn here,
Humbly begin their days with God,
And spend them in his fear.

2 So may our eyes with holy zeal

Prevent the dawning day;

And turn the sacred pages o'er,
And praise thy name and pray.

3 Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to thy throne;

And, while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone.

4 At night we lean our weary heads
On thy paternal breast;

And, safely folded in thine arms,
Resign our powers to rest.

5 In solid, pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be past;
Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear the last.

1 NOW the shades of night are gone;
Now the morning light is come;
Lord, may I be thine to-day-
Drive the shades of sin away.

2 Fill my soul with heav'nly light,
Banish doubt, and cleanse my sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,
Help me labour, help me pray.

3 Keep my haughty passions bound-
Save me from my foes around;
Going out and coming in,
Keep me safe from ev'ry sin.

4 When my work of life is past,

Oh! receive me then at last!
Night of sin will be no more,
When I reach the heav'nly shore.

1 THUS far the Lord has led me on;
Thus far his power prolongs my days;
And ev'ry evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But he forgives my follies past;

He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep;

Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed.
4 Thus, when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to break my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.

1 DREAD Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song
Like holy incense rise;
Assist the offering of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

2 Through all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard;
And still to drive my wants away,
Thy mercy stood prepar'd.

3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around,

But oh! how few returns of love
Hath my Redeemer found!

4 What have I done for him who died
To save my guilty soul?
Alas! my sins are multiplied,
Fast as my minutes roll!

5 Yet, with this guilty heart of mine,
Lord, to thy cross I flee,

And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.

1 GREAT God, to thee my evening song
With humble gratitude I raise;

Oh let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.

2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And ev'ry gently rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and pow'r.
3 Thy love and pow'r, celestial guard,
Preserve me from surrounding harm:
Can danger reach me while the Lord
Extends his kind, protecting arm?
4 Let this blest hope my eyelids close;
With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,
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And wake with praises to thy name.

HYMN. L. M.

1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, oh keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own almighty wings.
2 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.

3 Let my blest Guardian, while I sleep,
His watchful station near me keep,
My heart with love celestial fill,

And guard me from th' approach of ill.

4 Teach me to live, that I

may

dread

1 INDULGENT God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown,

Oh let my grateful praise and prayer
Arise before thy throne.

2 What mercies has this day bestow'd!
How largely hast thou blest!
My cup with plenty overflow'd,
With cheerfulness my breast.

3 Now may soft slumber close my eyes, From pain and sickness free;

And let my waking thoughts arise,
To meditate on thee.

4 Thus bless each future day and night, Till life's vain scene is o'er;

And then to realms of endless light,
Oh let my spirit soar.

1 ANOTHER day is past,
The hours forever fled;
And time is bearing me away,
To mingle with the dead.
2 My mind in perfect peace

My Father's care shall keep;
I yield to gentle slumber now,
For thou canst never sleep.
3 How blessed, Lord, are they
On thee securely stayed!

Nor shall they be in life alarmed,
Nor be in death dismayed.

1 THE day is past and gone, The evening shades appear; Oh, may I ever keep in mind,

The night of death draws near. 2 Lord, keep me safe this night, Secure from all my fears; May angels guard me while I sleep, Till morning light appears.

3 And when I early rise,

To view th' unwearied sun,
May I set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

4 Lord, when my days are past,
And I from time remove,
Oh may I in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.