4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread, And I could ne'er withstand;
Thy justice might have crush'd me dead, But mercy held thine hand.
5 A thousand wretched souls are fled Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou length'nest out my thread, And yet my moments run.
6 Great God, let all my hours be thine, Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night.
HYMN 94. L. M.
An evening hymn.
REAT God, to thee my ev'ning song With humble gratitude I raise;
O let thy mercy tune my tongue, And fill my heart with lively praise!
2 My days unclouded as they pass, And ev'ry gentle rolling hour, Are monuments of wondrous grace, And witness to thy love and pow'r.
3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, Too oft regardless of thy love, Ungrateful can from thee depart, And, fond of trifles, vainly rove. 4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of Jesus: his dear name alone I plead for pardon, gracious God, And kind acceptance at thy throne. 5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close, With sleep refresh my feeble frame; Safe in thy care may I repose, And wake with praises to thy name.
HYMN 95. C. M.
An evening song.
1 NOW, from the altar of our hearts
Let flames of love arise;
Assist us, Lord, to offer up Our ev'ning sacrifice.
2 Minutes and mercies multiplied, Have made up all this day;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were More swift and free than they.
3 New time, new favour, and new joys, Do a new song require:
Till we shall praise thee, as we would, Accept our hearts' desire.
4 Lord of our days, whose hand hath set New time upon our score;
Thee may we praise for all our time, When time shall be no more.
HYMN 96. C. M.
For Morning and Evening.
HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand!
Ten thousand snares attend us round, And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing pow'r, That rais'd us with a word, And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour, We lean upon the Lord.
3 The ev❜ning rests our weary head, And angels guard the room; We wake, and we admire the bed, That was not made our tomb.
4 The rising morning can't assure That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door, To take our lives away.
5 Our breath is forfeited by sin, To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King!、 In ev'ry gasp we draw.
6 God is our sun, whose daily light Our joy and safety brings; Our feeble flesh lies safe at night, Beneath his shady wings.
HYMN 97. S. M.
Lord's day morning.
1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise!
Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes!
2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place, Where my great God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this; And sing, and bear herself away To everlasting bliss.
HYMN 98. C. M.
Lord's day evening.
REQUENT the day of God returns, To shed its quick'ning beams;
And yet how slow devotion burns! How languid are its flames!
2 Accept our faint attempts to love, Our frailties, Lord, forgive: We would be like thy saints above, And praise thee while we live.
3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend,
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, The sabbath ne'er shall end;
4 There we shall breathe in heav'nly air, With heav'nly lustre shine; Before the throne of God appear, And feast on love divine.
HYMN 99. S. M.
The gospel Ministry.
TOW beauteous are their feet, Who stand on Zion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal! 2 How charming is their voice, How sweet the tidings are! "Zion, behold thy Saviour-King, 'He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound; Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found!
4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heav'nly light! Prophets and kings desir'd it long, But died without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm Thro' all the earth abroad; Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
HYMN 100. H. M.
At the forming of a Church.
REAT Father of mankind, We bless that wondrous grace, Which could for Gentiles find Within thy courts a place;
How kind the care our God displays, For us to raise a house of prayer!
2 Tho' once estranged far, We now approach the throne; For Jesus brings us near,
And makes our cause his own: Strangers no more, to thee we come, And find our home, and rest secure.
3 To thee our souls we join, And love thy sacred name; No more our own, but thine, We triumph in thy claim: Our Father King, thy cov'nant grace, Our souls embrace, thy titles sing.
4 Here in thy house we feast
On dainties all divine;
And while such sweets we taste, With joy our faces shine:
Incense shall rise from flames of love, And God approve the sacrifice.
5 May all the nations throng To worship in thy house! And thou attend the song, And smile upon their vows:
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