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Hymn.

Evening Hymn.

1 GREAT Source of light! to Thee I pray;
For night and day are Thine:
I walk before Thee all the day,
At night on Thee recline.

2 Now ev'ning's low'ring shades begin,
My off'rings, LORD, approve ;-
A contrite heart for all my sin,
And praise for all Thy love.

3 And while I rest my weary head
From cares and business free,

May I, communing on my bed,
Hold converse, LORD, with Thee.

4 To peaceful slumbers I retire;
O send my needful rest!
No other guard can I require,
Of Thy defence possest.

5 Should anxious thought, or tedious pain,
Disturb my midnight hours,

May arms of love my soul sustain,
And cheer my fainting pow'rs.

6 May sleep's sweet bondage kindly break! May slumber gently flee!

At dawn of day Thee may I seek,
And find I'm still with Thee.'-

Hymn.

Evening Hymn.

1 DREAD Sov'reign! let my ev'ning song
Like holy incense rise;
Assist the off'rings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

2 Through all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard;
And still to drive my wants away
Thy mercy stood prepar❜d.

3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around;

But O how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found!

4 What have I done for Him that died
To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiplied
Fast as my minutes roll!

5 LORD, with this guilty heart of mine,
To Thy dear cross I flee;
And to Thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by Thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood,
I lay me down to rest,

As in th' embraces of my GOD,
Or on my SAVIOUR's breast.

Hymn.

Evening Hymn.

1 AND now another day is gone,
I'll sing my Maker's praise:
My comforts ev'ry hour make known
His providence and grace.

2 How runs my 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;

And through the hours of darkness, keep
Their watch around my bed.

4 With cheerful heart I close my eyes,
Since Thou wilt not remove;
And in the morning let me rise
Rejoicing in Thy love.

Hymn.

Saturday Evening.

1 How soon the busy, toiling week,
With all it's num'rous cares,
Is past! and bids my soul to seek
The rest that GOD prepares.

2 Like all my former fleeting days,
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.

4 The world's deceit, the tempter's art,
Have watch'd on ev'ry side,
While war has rag'd within my heart,
Ambition, lust, or pride.

5 Vain world! retire-no more prevail
To draw my heart away:
Come, weary soul! rejoicing, hail
The bless'd and hallow'd day.

6 Day, above ev'ry other blest:

'To-morrow,' gracious word!
"God calls his day of holy rest,
'The sabbath of the LORD.'

7 Rest! how divinely sweet the sound
To this poor aching breast!
O may my soul in frame be found,
T' enjoy this blessed rest.

8 Indulgent LORD, my soul prepare;
And when the morn arrives,

In all the blessings may I share,
The LORD of sabbath gives.

Hymn.

The Sabbath.

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1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another sabbath is begun;

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy GOD has bless'd.

2 Come, bless the LORD, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds, Provides an antepast of heav'n,

And gives this day the food of seven.

3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies;

And draw from heav'n that sweet repose,
Which none, but he that feels it, knows!

4 This heav'nly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of GOD remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.

5 In holy duties let the day

In holy pleasures pass away:
How sweet a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

Hymn.

The Sabbath.

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.

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