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5 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face;

Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th' appointed hour of grace,

That long-expected day. 6 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,

And, by mysterious ways,
Redeems the prisoners doomed to die,

And fills their tongues with praise.

584. C. M. Watts.

The Hope of the Aged. Ps. 71. 1 My God, my everlasting hope,

I live upon thy truth ; Thine hands have held

my childhood up, And strengthened all my youth. 2 Still has my life new wonders seen,

Repeated every year:
Behold, my days that yet remain,

I trust them to thy care. 3 Cast me not off when strength declines,

When hoary hairs arise ;
And round me let thy glory shine,

Whene'er thy servant dies.

585. 7s. M. POPE.

The Dying Christian to his Soul. 1 Vital spark of heavenly flame,

Quit, О quit this mortal frame !
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

! !

Sister come away.”.
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?

Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes; it disappears;

Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears
With sounds seraphic ring.
Lend, lend your wings ! I mount, I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?


Morning. 1 Father of mercies ! when the day is dawning,

Then will I pay my vows to thee; Like incense wafted on the breath of morning,

My heart-felt praise to Heaven shall be. 2 Yes, thou art near me; sleeping or waking,

Still doth thy care unchanged remain; If ever I wander, thy ways forsaking,

O lead me gently back again.

587. L. M. Noel.

Night, on the Sea-side, or at Sea. 1 When restless on my bed I lie,

Still courting sleep, which still will ny,
Then shall reflection's brighter power
Illume the lone and midnight hour.

2 If hushed the breeze, and calm the tide,

Soft will the stream of memory glide;
And all the past, a gentle train,

Waked by remembrance, live again. 3 If loud the wind, the tempest high,

And darkness wraps the sullen sky,
I muse on life's tempestuous sea,

And sigh, O Lord, to come to thee.
4 Tossed on the deep and swelling wave,

O mark my trembling soul, and save;
Give to my mind that harbor near,
Where thou wilt chase each grief and fear.

588. L. M. Bp. Kenn.

1 My God, I now from sleep awake;

The sole possession of me take;
From midnight terrors me secure,

And guard my heart from thoughts impure. 2 Blest angels, while we silent lie,

You hallelujahs sing on high;
You joyful hymn the Ever-blest,

Before the throne, and never rest. 3 I with your choir celestial join,

In offering up a hymn divine;
With you in heaven I hope to dwell,

And bid the night and world farewell. 4 O may I always ready stand,

With my lamp burning in my hand;
May I in sight of heaven rejoice,
Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice.

6 Blest Jesus, thou, on heaven intent,

Whole nights hast in devotion spent;
But I, frail creature, soon am tired,

And all my zeal is soon expired.
6 Shine on me, Lord, new life impart,

Fresh ardors kindle in my heart:
One ray of thy all-quickening light
Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.

589. L. M. PIERPONT.

Morning Hymn. For a Child.
1 O God, I thank thee that the night

In peace and rest hath passed away;
And that I see, in this fair light,

My Father's smile, that makes it day. 2 Be thou my Guide, and let me live

As under thine all-seeing eye;
Supply my wants, my sins forgive,
And make me happy when I die.

590. L. M. PIERPONT.

Evening Hymn. For a Child.
1 ANOTHER day its course hath run,

And still, o God, thy child is blest;
For thou hast been by day my sun,

And thou wilt be by night my rest. 2 Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close;

And now, when all the world is still,
I give my body to repose, -.
My spirit to my Father's will.

591. C. M. ANONYX008.

A Child's Prayer.
1 LORD, teach a little child to pray,

And 0, accept my prayer!
Thou canst hear all the words I say,

For thou art everywhere. 2 A little sparrow cannot fall

Unnoticed, Lord, by thee; And though I am so young and sma.l,

Thou dost take care of me.

3 Teach me to do whate'er is right,

And when I sin, forgive;
And make it still my chief delight

To love thee while I live.


Sunday Morning. For a Child.
1 Called by the Sabbath bells away,

Unto thy holy temple, Lord,
I'll go, with willing mind to pray,

To praise thy name, and hear thy word. 2 O sacred day of peace and joy,

Thy hours are ever dear to me;
Ne'er may a sinful thought destroy

The holy calm I find in thee.
3 Dear are thy peaceful hours to me,

For God has given them in his love,
To tell how calm, how blest shall be
The endless day of heaven above.

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