5 Pris'ner of hope, I wait the hour
Which shall salvation bring;
When all I am shall own thy power,
And call my Jesus King.
Hymn 303. P. M.
THEN quiet in my house I sit,
Thy book be my companion still :
My joy thy sayings to repeat,
Talk o'er the records of thy will:
And search the oracles divine,
Till every heart-felt word be mine.
20 may the gracious words divine,
Subject of all my converse be;
So will the Lord his follower join,
And walk and talk himself with me:
So shall my heart his presence prove,
And burn with everlasting love.
3 Oft as I lay me down to rest,
O may the reconciling word
Sweetly compose my weary breast;
While on the bosom of my Lord
I sink in blissful dreams away,
And visions of eternal day!
4 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise,
Thee may I publish all day long;
And let thy precious word of grace
Flow from my heart and fill my tongue;
Fill all my life with purest love,
And join me to thy church above.
10 Salutes thy waking eyes;
NCE more, my soul, the rising day
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 heaven on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.
3. 'Tis he supports my mortal fame,
My tongue shall speak his pralse;
My sins might rouse his wrath to flame,
But yet his wrath delays.
4 O God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasing night.
Hymn 305. C. M.
1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray.
am for ever 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 freo,
'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 306. C. M.
1 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 the 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 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.
5 Now to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.
Hymn 307. L. M.
LORD, how many are my foes
blood!
My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.
2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening ery; Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh, 3 Supported by thy heavenly aid,
I laid me down and slept secure, Death should not make my heart afraid, Though I should wake or rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong : He rais'd my head to see the light; I'll make his praise my morning song. Hymn 308. L. M. MY God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently descend like early dew.
2 Thou spreadst 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 myself to thy command;
To thee devote my nights and days; Perpetual blessings from thy hand, Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Hymn 309.
OD of my life, to thee
Thy goodness bade me be,
And still prolongs my days;
I see my natal hour return,
And bless the day that I was born. 2 A clod of living earth,
I glorify thy name,
From whom alone my birth,
And all my blessings came;
Creating and preserving grace,
Let all that is within me praise.
3 Long as I live beneath,
To thee O let me live!
To thee my every breath,
In thanks and praises give:
Whate'er I have, whate'er I am,
Shall magnify my Maker's name.
4 My soul and all its powers,
Thine, wholly thine shall be;
All, all my happy hours
I consecrate to thee:
Me to thine image now restore, And I shall praise thee evermore. 5 I wait thy will to do,
As angels do in heaven;
In Christ a creature new,
Eternally forgiven;
I wait thy righteous will to prove
All sanctified by perfect love.
6 Then when the work is done,
The work of faith with power,
Receive thy favour'd son,
In death's triumphant hour:
Like Moses to thyself convey,
And kiss my raptur'd soul away.
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