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, GREAT Source of light! to Thee I pray;
For night and day are Thine :
At night on Thee recline.
2 Now ev'ning's low'ring shades begin,
My off'rings, LORD, approve;-
And praise for all Thy love.
From cares and business free,
Hold-converse, LORD, with Thee. 4 To peaceful slumbers I retire;
O send my needful rest !
Of Thy defence possest. 5 Should anxious thought, or tedious pain,
Disturb my midnight hours,
And cheer my fainting pow'rs. 6 May sleep's sweet bondage kindly break!
May slumber gently flee!
And find I'm still with Thee.'
1 DREAD Sov'reign! let my ev'ning song
Like holy incense rise;
To reach the lofty skies.
hand was still my guard ; And still to drive my wants away
Thy mercy stood prepar'd.
Encompass me around;
Creator found !
4 What have I done for Him that died
To save my wretched soul?
Fast as my minutes roll !
5 LORD, with this guilty heart of mine,
To Thy dear cross I fee;
To be renew'd by Thee. 6 Sprinkled afresh with pard’ning blood,
I lay me down to rest,
Or on my SAVIOUR's breast.
I'll sing my Maker's praise :
His providence and grace. 2 How
fleeting life to waste ! My sins how great their sum ! LORD, give me pardon for the past,
And strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep ;
Let angels guard my head;
Their watch around my bed.
Since Thou wilt not remove;
Rejoicing in Thy love.
With all it's num'rous cares,
The rest that God prepares.
I see it stain'd with sin; The work of faith, and love, and praise,
Hath oft neglected been.
3 Vain wand'ring thoughts, and low desires,
And worldly views prevail'd; Unhallow'd tempers, carnal fires,
Have oft my soul assail'd.
Have watch'd on ev'ry side,
Ambition, lust, or pride.
To draw my heart away:
The bless’d and hallow'd day. 6 Day, above ev'ry other blest:
To-morrow,' gracious word!
• The sabbath of the LORD.'
To this poor aching breast!
T' enjoy this blessed rest.
And when the morn arrives,
The Lord of sabbath gives.
1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another sabbath is begun;
2 Come, bless the LORD, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds,
And gives this day the food of seven. 3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;
4 This heav'nly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
5 In holy duties let the day
In holy pleasures pass away:
1 How welcome to the saints, when press'd
With six days' noise, and care, and toil, Is the returning day of rest,
Which hides them from the world awhile !
2 Now, from the throng withdrawn away,
They seem to breathe a diff'rent air; Compos'd and soften'd by the day,
All things another aspect wear.