Each morning shall thy mercies shew,
Each night thy love 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 sweet surprise.
4. But pleasures more refin'd
Awaited that blest day,
When light arose upon our mind
To chase our sins away.
5. How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Eternity thy truth shall shew,
And all thy love record.
HYMN 257. s. M.
Thanksgiving for deliverance from the power of sin.
1. THE trav❜ller lost in night,
Breathes many a longing sigh,
And marks the welcome dawn of light
With rapture in his eye.
2. Thus sweet the dawn of day
Lost weary sinners find,
When mercy with reviving ray
Beams o'er the fainting mind.
3. To slaves opprest with chains,
How kind, how dear the friend,
Whose gen'rou's hand relieves their pains,
And bids their sorrows end!
4. Thus dear that friend divine,
Who rescues captive souls,
Unbinds the galling chains of sin,
And all its pow'r controls.
5. My God! to gospel light
My dawn of hope I owe;
Once wand'ring in the shades of night,
And sunk in hopeless wo.
6. Thy hand redeem'd the slave,
And set the pris'ner free.
Be all I am, and all I have,
Devoted, Lord, to thee!
THE JOY AND HAPPINESS OF TRUE CHRISTIANS.
HYMN 258. s. M.
COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
Whilst ye surround the throne.
2. Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God:
But servants of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3. The God, who rules on high,
Who all the earth surveys,
Who rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring seas:
4. This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love;
He will send down his heav'nly pow'rs,
To carry us above.
3. There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin !
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.
6. Yea, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
7. The men of grace have found
Glory begun below.
Celestial fruit on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
8. Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry:
We're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.
HYMN 259. s. M.
OW let our voices join
To form a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.
2. How straight the path appears!
How open and how fair!
No lurking snares t' entrap our feet;
No fierce destroyer there.
3. But flow'rs of paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.
4. See Salem's golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise;
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle through the skies.
5. All honour to his name,
Who marks the shining way;
To him, who leads the wand'rers on
To realms of endless day.
HYMN 260. c. M.
E trembling souls! dismiss your fears;
Be mercy all your theme;
Mercy, which like a river flows
In one continued stream.
2. Fear not the pow'rs of earth and hell:
God will these pow'rs restrain;
His mighty arm their rage repel,
And make their efforts vain.
3. Fear not the want of outward good:
He will for his provide,
Grant them supplies of daily food,
And give them heav'n beside.
4. Fear not, that he will e'er forsake,
Or leave his work undone :
He's faithful to his promises,
And faithful to his Son.
5. Fear not the terrors of the grave,
Nor death's tremendous sting:
He will from endless wrath preserve,
To endless glory bring.
6. You in his wisdom, pow'r, and grace,
May confidently trust:
His wisdom guides, his pow'r protects,
His grace rewards the just.
HYMN 261. c. M.
WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2. Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd:
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
3. Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall:
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, my all!
4. There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav'nly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
HYMN 262. L. M.
NOT all the nobles of the earth,
Who boast the honours of their birth,
Such real dignity can claim,
As those who bear the Christian name.
2. To them the privilege is giv'n,
To be the sons and heirs of heav'n;
Sons of the God who reigns on high,
And heirs of joy beyond the sky.
3. His will he makes them early know,
And teaches their young feet to go;
Whispers instruction to their minds,
And on their hearts his precepts binds.
4. Their daily wants his hands supply;
Their steps he guards with watchful eye;
Leads them from earth to heav'n above,
And crowns them with eternal love.
5. If I've the honour, Lord! to be
One of this num'rous family:
On me the gracious gift bestow,
To call thee Abba, Father, too.
6. So may my conduct ever prove
My filial piety and love!
Whilst all my brethren clearly trace
Their Father's likeness on my face.
HYMN 263 C. M.
FORSAKE, my soul ! the tents of sin :
How false her joys appear!
Noise and confusion dwell within;
Peace is a stranger there.
2. The men, who keep the laws of God,
His choicest blessings share;
Or, if he lifts his chast'ning rod,
'Tis with a Father's care.
3. His mighty pow'r shall guard the just;
His wisdom point their way;
His eye shall watch their sleeping dust;
His hand revive their clay.
4. Begin, ye saints, the joyful task;
His praise employ your tongue;
And soon eternity will ask
A more exalted song.
HYMN 264. c. M.
WITH transport, Lord! we view the page,
Where all thy mercies shine;
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