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Redeem thy misspent moments past,
And live this day as if thy last ;
Thy talents to improve take care ;
For the great day thyself prepare.
Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways.
Wake and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing
High glory to th' eternal King.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O! keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own Almighty wings.
Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done,
That with the world, myself and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I


The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious in the judgment day.
0! may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more vig’rous make
To serve my God when I awake.

Come let us join our cheerful songs,

With angels round the throne ;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one.

“Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,

“ To be exalted thus :" “ Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,

“For be was slain for us. Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,

Be, Lord, for ever thine!


GUIDE me, O! thou great Jehovah,

Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy powerful hand.

Bread of Heaven,
Feed mne now and evermore.
Open now the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow,
Let thy fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:

Strong Deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside:
(Thou who wast o'er Death victorious)
Land me safe on Canaan's side.

Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.

ALMIGHTY GOD, thy piercing eye

Strikes through the shades of night
And our most secret actions lie

All open to thy sight.
There's not a sin that we commit,

Or wicked word we say,
But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ,

Against the judgment day.
Lord, at thy foot asham'd I lie,

Upward I dare not look ; Pardon my sins before I die,

And blot them from thy book.

Remember all the dying pains,

That my Redeemer felt,
And let his blood wash out my stains,

And answer for my guilt.


ASHAM'D of Jesus! can it be?
A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Of thee whom highest angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days.
Asham'd of Jesus! of that Friend,
On whom my hopes of Heaven depend ?
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
Asham'd of Jesus! Yes, I may,
When I've no sins to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.
Till then-nor is the boasting vain-
Till then, I'll boast a Saviour slain;
And, O! may this my portion be,
That Saviour not asham'd of me!


BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone,

He can create and He destroy.
His sovereign power, without our aid,

Made us of clay and form'd us men,
And when, like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,

He brought us to his fold again.
We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heavens our voices raise ;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Wide as the world is thy command !

Vast as eternity thy love!
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.


From Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strands,
Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sands,
From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from Error's chain.
What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,

And only man is vile ;
In vain with lavish kindness,

The gifts of God are strown ;
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.
Shall we whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted,

The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation ! Oh! Salvation,

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's name.
Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,

And you, ye waters, roll ;
Till like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransom'd nature,

The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,

In bliss return to reign.


What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy seat!
Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer ;
But wishes to be often there.
Prayer makes the darken’d clouds withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.

While Moses stood with arms spread wide;
Success was found on Israel's side ;
But when through weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd.
Have you no words ? ah! think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all


care. Were half the breath thus vainly spent, To heav'n in supplication sent, Your cheerful song would oft'ner be, “Hear what the Lord has done for me!”.


PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,

Utter'd or unexpress'd; The emotion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burtben of a sigh,

The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That infant lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high.
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air;
His watchword at the gates of death,

He enters heav'n with prayer.
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways; While angels in their song rejoice,

And cry, "Behold! he prays." The Saints in prayer appear as one,

In word, and deed, and mind; While with the Father and the Son,

Their fellowship they find.

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