Puslapio vaizdai

And yet how slow devotion burns,
How languid are its flames.

2 Accept our faint attempts to love,
Our frailties, Lord! forgive;
We would be like the saints above,
And praise thee while we live.

3 Increase, O Lord! our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend,

Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,
The sabbath ne'er shall end.


HYMN 5. L. M. Sicilian. [*]
Sabbath Morning.

1 My Saviour! my eternal Friend!
Accept my morning sacrifice;
While prostrate at thy feet I bend,
And hail the day, that saw thee rise.

2 When, through the shades of night, I slept,
Suspended all my active powers;
Thy guardian care soft vigils kept,
And saved me in those dangerous hours.
3 My opening eyes, with rapture, see
The dawn of thy returning day;
And all my thoughts ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.
4 O bid this trifling world retire,
And drive each carnal thought away,
Nor let me feel one vain desire,
One sinful wish through all the day.
5 Then while I to thy courts repair,
My soul shall rise on joyful wings,
The wonders of thy love declare,

And join the strains, which angels sing. CODMAN'S COL.

HYMN 6. C. M. Zion. [b]

Sabbath Evening.

1 When, O dear Jesus! when shall I,
Behold thee all serene?

Blest in perpetual sabbath day,
Without a veil between.

2 Assist me, while I wander here,
Amidst a world of cares;

Incline my heart to pray with love,
And then accept my prayers.

Spare me, my God! O! spare the soul
That gives itself to thee;


Take all that I possess below,
And give thyself to me.

4 Thy Spirit, O my Father! give
To be my guide and friend,

To light my way to ceaseless joys,

Where sabbaths never end. CONNICK.

HYMN 7. C. M. Sunday. [*]
Sabbath Morning.

1 This is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to the anointed King,
To David's holy Son!

Help us, O Lord! descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace,

Who comes in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise,

The highest heavens, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.



HYMN 8. C. M. Hymn Second.

Sabbath Evening.

1 Welcome and precious to my soul,
Are these sweet days of love;

But what a sabbath shall I keep,

When I shall rest above!

2 These are the sweet and precious days
On which, my Lord I've seen;

And oft when feasting on his love
In rapture I have been.

3 O! if my soul, when death appears,
In this blest frame be found,
I'd clasp my Saviour in mine arms,
And leave this earthly ground.

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HYMN 9. L. M. Oporto. [*]

1 Awake, my soul! and with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run,
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Lord! I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins like morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.

3 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design to do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

4 Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise him all creatures here below;

Praise him above, angelic host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. KENN.

HYMN 10. L. M. Pleyel's Hymn. [*]

1 Glory to thee, my God! this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O! 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 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die that so I may,
Rise, glorious, at the awful day.
4 O! let my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close;
Sleep that shall me more vigourous make,
To serve my God when I awake.

5 If in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest;
No powers of darkness me molest.

6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him all creatures here below;

Praise him above ye heavenly host,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. KENN.

HYMN 11. C. M. Peterborough. [*]


1 Once more, my sou!! the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;

Once more, my voice! thy tribute pay
To Him that rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound,

Wide as the heavens on which he sits
To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame,
My tongue shall speak his praise,
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4 A thousand wretched souls are fled
Since the last setting sun;

And yet thou length'nest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.

5 Dear God! let all my hours be thine.
Whilst I enjoy the light;

Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant night.


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1 Thus far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days.
And every 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.

And gives me strength for days to come.
3 1 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 rouse my tomb
With sweet salvation in the sound.


HYMN 13. L. M. Welts.


1 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd my evening cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine Almighty help was nigh.
2 Supported by thine heavenly aid,
I laid me down and slept secure;
Not death should make my soul afraid,
Tho' I should wake and rise no more.
? But God sustained me all the night,
Salvation doth to God belong;

He raised my head to see the light,

And makes his praise my morning song. Watts.

HYMN 14. C. M. Reading. [*]


1 Lord! thou wilt hear me when I pray, I am forever thine;

I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin.

2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Great God! my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace,

I'll give mine eyes to sleep,

Thy hand in safety keeps my days,

And will my slumbers keep.

HYMN 15. 7s. Hotham. [*]

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

2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,
Banish doubt, and cleanse our sight;
In thy service, Lord! to-day,
Help us labour, help us pray.


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