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Forgive my faults in work and play,
Alid listen to my evening pray'r.
Thy favouk gives me daily bread,
And friends, who all my wants supply i And safely now I rest my head,
Preserv'd and guarded by thine eye.
Look down, in pity, and forgive
Whate'er I've said or done amiss ; And help me, ev'ry day I live,
To serve thee better than on this.
Now, while I sleep be pleas'd to take
A helpless child beneath thy care; And condescend, for Jesus' sake,
To listen to my evening prayer.
GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD.
FOUNTAIX of blessing, ever bless'd,
each day, my daily bread.
To thee my rery life I owe,
Great things are vot what I desire,
A GRACE BEFORE DINNER,
Thou, who kindly dost provide
For ev'ry creature's want!
For all thy goodness lent;
May never worse be sent ; But, whether granted or denied,
Lord, bless us with content.-Ameri
'ON PUBLIC WORSHIP.
LORD, how delightful 'tis to see
I have been there, and still would go ;
O, write upon my mem'ry, Lord,
With thoughts of Christ, and things divine,
THE ALL-SEEING GOD.
LORD, thou hast search'd and seen me through;
My thoughts, before they are my own,
Within thy circling pow'r I stand ;
Amazing knowledge, vast and great ;
My soul, with all the pow'rs I boast.
0, may these thoughts possess my breast
How hpe bas the day been, how bright was the sun! How lovely and joyful lhe course he has run! Although in a mist his career was hegun,
And there follow'd some droppings of rain : But now the fair traveller's come to the West, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best, He paints the sky gay, as he sinks to his rest,
And foretells a bright rising again.
Just such is the Christian--his course he begins,
And travels his hearenly way:
Of rising in brighter array.
THE GOD OF NATURE AND PROVIDENCË:
Join ev'ry tongue to praise the Lord,
At his command, the morning ray
Seasons and times obey his voice,
'Tis from his wat'ry stores on high,
The pastures smile in green array,
Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine, In all the earth thy glories shine ; Through ev'ry month thy gifts appear; Great God! thy goodness crowns the year.