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5 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face;
Nor will my Lord delay,
That long-expected day. 6 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And, by mysterious ways,
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:
I trust them to thy care. 3 Cast me not off when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arise ;
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 !
Sister come away.”.
Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes; it disappears;
Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears
586. P. M. ANONYMOUS.
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,
2 If hushed the breeze, and calm the tide,
Soft will the stream of memory glide;
Waked by remembrance, live again. 3 If loud the wind, the tempest high,
And darkness wraps the sullen sky,
And sigh, O Lord, to come to thee.
O mark my trembling soul, and save;
588. L. M. Bp. Kenn.
The sole possession of me take;
And guard my heart from thoughts impure. 2 Blest angels, while we silent lie,
You hallelujahs sing on high;
Before the throne, and never rest. 3 I with your choir celestial join,
In offering up a hymn divine;
And bid the night and world farewell. 4 O may I always ready stand,
With my lamp burning in my hand;
6 Blest Jesus, thou, on heaven intent,
Whole nights hast in devotion spent;
And all my zeal is soon expired.
Fresh ardors kindle in my heart:
589. L. M. PIERPONT.
Morning Hymn. For a Child.
In peace and rest hath passed away;
My Father's smile, that makes it day. 2 Be thou my Guide, and let me live
As under thine all-seeing eye;
590. L. M. PIERPONT.
Evening Hymn. For a Child.
And still, o God, thy child is blest;
And thou wilt be by night my rest. 2 Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close;
And now, when all the world is still,
591. C. M. ANONYX008.
A Child's Prayer.
And 0, accept my prayer!
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;
To love thee while I live.
592. L. M. ANONYMOUS.
Sunday Morning. For a Child.
Unto thy holy temple, Lord,
To praise thy name, and hear thy word. 2 O sacred day of peace and joy,
Thy hours are ever dear to me;
The holy calm I find in thee.
For God has given them in his love,