Who, Lord of heaven, scorns not to dwell With saints in their obscurest cell. 3 To thee may each united house, Morning and night present its vows; Our servants there, and rising race Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace. 4 O may each future age proclaim The honours of thy glorious name; While pleas'd and thankful, we remove To join the family above.
CCXXIV. S. M. RIPPON'S SELEC.
Prayer for Infants; or, Children, Day by Day, given to God.
REAT God, now condescend,
To bless our rising race;
Soon may their willing spirits bend
To thy victorious grace!
2 what a vast delight,
Their happiness to see! Our warmest wishes all unite, To lead their souls to thee.
3 Dear Lord, thy Spirit pour Upon our infant seed,
O bring the long'd-for happy hour That makes them thine indeed.
4 May they receive thy word,
Confess the Saviour's name, Then follow their despised Lord, Through the baptismal stream.
5 Thus let our favour'd race
Surround thy sacred board, There to adore thy sovereign grace And sing their dying Lord.
CCXXV. C. M. RIPPON'S SELEC. A Morning Hymn.
O thee, let my first offerings rise, Whose sun creates the day,
Swift as his gladd'ning influence flies, And spotless as his ray.
2 This day thy faouring hand be nigh! So oft vouchsaf'd before! Still may it lead, protect, supply! And I that hand adore!
3 If bliss thy providence impart, For which resign'd I pray; Give me to feel the grateful heart! And without guilt be gay! 4 Affliction should thy love intend, As vice or folly's cure;
Patient, to gain that gracious end, May I the means endure!
5 Be this, and every future day Still wiser than the past! And when I all my life survey May grace sustain at last.
CCXXVI. C. M. D. TURNER. A Morning Hymn.
ITH thee, great God, the stores of light, And stores of darkness lie:
Thou form'st the sable robe of night
And spread'st it round the sky.
2 And when with welcome slumbers press'd, We close our weary eyes,
Thy power, unseen, secures our rest, And makes us joyous rise.
3 Numbers, this night, great God, have met Their long eternal doom; And lost the joys of morning light In death's tremendous gloom.
4 Numbers on restless beds still lie, And still their woes bewail;
While we, by their kind hand uprais'd, A thousand pleasures feel.
5 To thee, great God, in thankful songs, Our morning thoughts arise; Propitious in thy Son, accept The willing sacrifice.
A Morning Hymn.
IEE how the mounting sun Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, With every brightening ray.
2 Thus would my rising soul Its heavenly parent sing: And to its great original The humble tribute bring.
3 Serene I laid me down
Beneath his guardian care : I slept, and I awoke, and found My kind preserver near!
4 Thus does thine arm support This weak defenceless frame;
But whence these favours, Lord, to me, All worthless as I am?
5 O! how shall I repay
The bounties of my God?
This feeble spirit pants beneath The pleasing painful load.
6 Dear Saviour, to thy cross I bring my sacrifice;
Ting'd with thy blood, it shall ascend With fragrance to the skies.
7 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to thee;
And in thy service I would spend A long eternity.
L. M. RIPPON'S SELEC. An Evening Hymn.
1 GREAT GOD, to thee my evening song With humble gratitude I raise,
O let thy mercy tune iny tongue, And fill my heart with lively praise: 2. My days unclouded, as they pass, And every gentle rolling hour, Are monuments of wond'rous grace, And witness to thy love and power. 3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, Too oft regardless of thy love, Ungrateful, can from thee depart, And fond of trifles vainly rove.
4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of Jesus: his dear name alone I plead for pardon, gracious God, And kind acceptance at thy throne. 5 Let this Blest hope mine eye-lids close, With sleep refresh my feeble frame; Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name.
An Evening Hymn.
́OW from the altar of our hearts Let flames of love arise;
Assist us Lord to offer up
Our evening sacrifice.
2 Minutes and mercies multiplied Have made up all this day; Minutes came quick, but mercies were More swift and free than they.
3 New time, new favour, and new joys, Do a new song require:
'Till we shall praise thee as we would, Accept our hearts' desire.
4 Lord of our days, whose hand hath set New time upon our score;
Thee may we praise for all our time, When time shall be no more.
CCXXX. S. M. S. STENNETT. Divine mercies in constant succession. Lam. iii. 22, 23.
1 HOW various and how new, Are thy compassions, Lord!
Each morning shall thy mercy shew Each night thy truth record.
2 Thy goodness, like the sun, Dawn'd on our early days, Ere infant reason had begun To form our lips to praise.
3 Each object we beheld
Gave pleasure to our eyes; And nature all our senses held In bands of swcet surprise.
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