3 Dissolve thou the bonds that detain My soul from her portion in thee; Oh! strike off the adamant chain, And make me eternally free.
4 Then shall the blest era begin, When bright in thy glory I'll shine, And no longer pierce with my sins The bosom on which I recline.
Earnest looking for heavenly Rest.
I WOULD not live alway-I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises o'er the dark way: The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes-full enough for its cheer.
2 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb, Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom; There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven-that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,
And the noon-tide of glory eternally reigns?—
4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul?
Providence of God in the Seasons. PRAISE to God!-immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days: Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. 2 All that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich, o'erflowing stores,- 3 These, to that dear Source we owe Whence our sweetest comforts flow; These, through all my happy days, Claim my cheerful songs of praise. 4 Lord, to thee my soul should raise Grateful, never-ending praise; And, when every blessing's flown, Love thee for THYSELF alone.
GOD of the morning, at thy voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies.
2 Oh! like the sun may I fulfil
Th' appointed duties of the day; With ready mind, and active will, March on, and keep my heavenly way.
ONCE more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes:
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him who rules the skies.
2 '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.
3 Great God, let all my hours be thine, While I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a peaceful night.
AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth—and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me while I slept: Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, may of endless life partake.
3 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 spirit fill.
GOD of my life, my morning song To thee I cheerful raise:
Thy acts of love 'tis good to sing, Ånd pleasant 'tis to praise.
2 Preserved by thy almighty arm, I passed the shades of night, Serene, and safe from every harm, To see the morning light.
3 Oh let the same almighty care Through all this day attend: From every danger-every snare, My heedless steps defend.
4 Smile on my minutes as they roll, And guide my future days; And let thy goodness fill my soul With gratitude and praise.
LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;
2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints.
3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand: Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand.
4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear.
5 Oh may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness; Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my face.
BEHOLD the morning sun Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey.
2 But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light,
It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.
3 How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgments just! Forever sure thy promise, Lord, And we securely trust.
4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! Oh! may I never read in vain, But find the path to heaven.
God the Preserver of Men.
THROUGH all the dangers of the night, Preserved, O Lord, by thee,
Again we hail the cheerful light, Again we bow the knee.
2 Oh! may the beams of truth divine, With clear, convincing light, In all our understandings shine, And chase our mental night.
3 Preserve us, Lord, throughout the day, And guide us by thine arm; For they are safe, and only they, Whom thou dost save from harm.
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