IV.

AN EVENING HYMN.

Send out thy Light and thy Truth.-Psalm xliii. 3.
1 GoD of my days, God of my nights,
Source of my soul's supreme delights,
Come, manifest thy love to me,
And let me close this day with thee.

2 Nearness to Christ I fain would find,
O let not distance vex my mind;
I long to know my sins forgiven,

To converse with the God of heaven.

3 Send, Source of Light, some cheering ray
To turn my darkness into day;

I mourn, and think thy absence long,
O listen to my evening song.

4 Command my blindness to depart;
Still keep me from a careless heart:
Lord captivate each vain desire,
And raise these vile affections higher.

50 let the mercies of this day

Teach me to praise as well as pray:
Now take, my soul, on Jesu's breast,
Thy safest, sweetest, surest rest,

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SATURDAY NIGHT.

1 BEGONE, my worldly cares, away!

Nor dare to tempt my sight;

Let me begin th' ensuing day
Before I end this night.

2 Yes, let the work of prayer and praise
Employ my heart and tongue;
Begin, my soul!-thy sabbath days
Can never be too long.

3 Let the past mercies of the week
Excite a grateful frame:
Nor let my tongue refuse to speak
Some good of Jesu's name.
Jesus!-how pleasing is the sound!
How worthy of my love!-
Why is my heart so lifeless found?
Why plac'd no more above?

5 Forgive my dulness, dearest Lord,
And quicken all my powers;
Prepare me to attend thy word,
T'improve the sacred hours.

6 On wings of expectation borne,
My hopes to heaven ascend:
I long to welcome in the morn,
With thee the day to spend..

VI.

LORD'S-DAY MORNING.

1 AWAKE my heart! my soul, arise!
This is the day believers prize:
Improve this sabbath then with care:
Another may not be thy share.

2 O solemn thought!-Lord, give me pow'r Wisely to fill up every hour:

O for the wings of faith and love
To bear my heart and soul above!

3 Jesus, assist, nor let me fail
To worship thee within the veil;
To glorify thy matchless grace,
To see the beauties of thy face.

4 Go with me to thy house to day,
And tune my heart to praise and pray;
Like dew command thy word to fall,
Refreshing, quick'ning, saving all.

5 Call forth my thoughts, and let them rove
O'er the green pastures of thy love;
O let not sin prevent my rest,

Nor keep me from my Saviour's breast.

6 Give to thy church a large increase,
Send her prosperity and peace;
May all the saints in Zion say,
O happy, happy, happy day!

VII.

LORD'S DAY EVENING.

1 LET me adore his boundless grace,
His condescension, and his love:
Which taught my soul to seek his face,
And drew my heart to things above.

2 Fain would I sing, and praise the Lord,
Oft has he bless'd me in his house;
Fain would I live upon his word,

And keep my oft-repeated vows.

3 Yet would I mourn, with conscious shame, What sin my holiest duties stain:

My best performances are lame,

And all without th' atonement vain.

♦ Christ's righteousness alone I plead, And cast my offerings at his feet; His merits must for me succeed,

Through him acceptance I shall meet.

5 Thanks to his name, his cov'nant love
Remains unalterably strong :
I shall his great salvation prove,
He is my light, my life, my song.

6 My heart is now his blest abode,

I love his ways, his name revere; Soon shall I mount the hill of God, To spend an endless sabbath there.

VIII.

Unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given: and the Government shall be upon his Shoulder: and his Name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.-Isa. ix. 6.

1 To us, to us a Child is born, >

Arise, and hail the glorious morn:
Come, let us praise the God of heav'n,
To us, to us a Son is giv'n!

To us, the guilty race of man,
He comes!-an Infant of a span!
O let us sing his wond'rous love,
Which brings salvation from above.

He comes, all potent to sustain,
In government an endless name.
Sinners, rejoice and spread his fame,
In COUNSEL WONDERFUL his name.

4 The MIGHTY GOD-The PRINCE of PEACE,
Whose kingdom never shall decrease:

The EVERLASTING FATHER'S come-
How strange!-A servant-from the womb!

5 With angels let our souls adore

The virgin's Son-the Prince of Power;
Jesus! with praise inspire our tongues,
And then accept our grateful songs.

All praise to God for grace divine!
The hymn let saints and seraphs join;
Let heaven with hallelujahs ring
While we adore our new-born King.

IX.

THOUGHTS AT THE LORD's TABLE.

1 Now let my faith look through her fears,

And view my dearest Lord, Groaning in agonies and tears, That I might be restor❜d.

2 Methinks I see the thorny bands
That tore his sacred head,

His pierced side, his wounded hands,
With blood his vesture red.