4 But man departs this earthly scene,
Ah! never to return;
No second spring of life revives
The ashes of the urn.
5 Where are our Fathers? whither gone
The mighty men of old,
The Patriarchs, Prophets, Princes, Kings,
In sacred books enroll'd?-
6 Gone to the resting place of man,
His long and silent home;
Where ages past have gone before,
Where future ages come!
(First Sunday in the Month:)
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 Redeem thy misspent moments past,
And live this day as 'twere the last ;
Thy talents to improve take care,
For the great day thyself prepare.
3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear
For God's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways.
4 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart,
And, with the angels, bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing,
High glory to th' eternal King.
5 Glory to God, who safe has kept,
And has refresh'd me while I slept ;
Grant Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
6 Lord, I my vows to thee renew,
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirits fill.
Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might, n thy sole glory may unite.
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. ·
(First Sunday in the Month)
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.
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.
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.
Oh! may my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eye-lids close;
Sleep that shall me more vig'rous make,
To serve my God when I awake.
If in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
5 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.
7 Lord let my soul for ever share
The bliss of thy parental care;
"Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face, and sing thy love.
8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, ye creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
1 WITH the morning's early light,
Lift your hearts to God on high;
Saved from dangers through the night,
Let your praises reach the sky.
2 God, who guards you, never sleeps,
He commands the winds and waves;
He his people safely keeps,
And amidst all trouble saves.
3 Sun and moon obey his call,
Stars of light in order move;
Wisely he directs them all,
Showing forth his pow'r and love.
4 Come ye then and bless his name,
Give to him the honour due ;
Incense bring with purest flame,
Daily prayer and praise renew.
5 Praise the Father, Lord of Might;
Praise the Son, for all his grace;
Praise the Spirit, source of light;
Praise one God, in every place.
1 EVENING shades are spread around,
Now the Sun withdraws his rays;
Let your thankful praise abound,
In God's worship close your days.
2 Wearied nature sinks to rest,
Birds no more are on the wing;
Praises rise from every breast,
Sing to God, with gladness sing.
3 Man relieved from daily care,
Seeks the aid of sweet repose;
Let him then God's love declare,
And in peace his eyelids close.
Bring your psalms, your cymbals bring,
Bless the Lord, the Lord of all;
Joyful come to God your King,
Now obey his heav'nly call.
Praise him for your daily bread,
Praise him for his tender love;
While he safely guards your head,
You shall all his goodness prove.
(Week-day Morning or Evening.)
MY God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours!
Thy sov'reign Word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
3 I yield my powers to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand,
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
4 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heaven and earth adore,
Be glory as it was of old,
Is now, and shall be evermore.
01. THE LORD'S-DAY MORNING.
1 AGAIN our weekly labours end,
And we the Sabbath's call attend;
Let us improve the sacred rest,
Hallow the day which God has blest.
2 This day let prayers and praises rise
To-God, a grateful sacrifice;
Thy peace, O Lord, on us bestow, Which none but they who feel it know. 3 That peace of thine, within the breast, Is a rich foretaste of a rest,
Which for thy Church, O God, remains,
A rest from sin, and cares, and pains.
4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In various scenes, both old and new;
With praise we think on mercies past,
With hope we future pleasures taste.
5 In holy duties let this day,
Heaven's type and emblem, pass away :
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
1 AGAIN our earthly cares we leave,
And to thy courts repair;
Again with joyful feet we come,
To meet our Saviour here.
2 Great Shepherd of thy people, hear,
Thy presence now display;
We kneel within thy house of prayer,—
Oh! give us hearts to pray.
3 The clouds which veil thee from our sight,
In pity, Lord, remove;
Dispose our minds to hear aright
The message of thy love.
4 Help us, with holy fear and joy,
To kneel before thy face;
And make us, creatures of thy power,
The children of thy grace.
5 Within these walls let holy peace,
And love, and concord dwell;
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.
1 LORD Jesus, here we love to meet,
And bow before thy mercy-seat;
Whene'er we seek thee, thou art found
Within thy temple's hallow'd ground.
2 Great Shepherd of thy faithful few,
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting souls proclaim
The glories of thy saving name,
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