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Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who day and night unwearied sing High glory to th* Eternal King.

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3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd me while I slept ; Grant, LORD, from death when I awake, I may of endless life partake.

4 Since thine all-seeing eye surveys My secret thoughts,my words, and ways: O guard my thoughts, and guide my will,

And with thyself my spirit fill.]

5 Direct, controul, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, employ'd aright,
In thy sole glory may unite.

6 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.

501. Evening Hymn. L.M. 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.

2 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.

3 0 may my soul on thee repose,
And with sweetsleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more active make
To serve my GOD when I awake.
4 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
With joy behold the judgment day.
5 If in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No pow'rs of darkness me molest.
6 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.

502. Evening. C.M.

DREAD Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song
Like holy incense rise ;

Assist the off'rings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

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22 Through all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard,
And every blessing to convey,
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Thy mercy stood prepar'd.

3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around;

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But O! how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found!

4 What have I done for him that died
To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiplied,
Fast as my minutes roll!

5 LORD, with this guilty heart of mine
To thy dear cross I flee,
And to thy grace my soul resign
To be renew'd by thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood, And with thy presence blest,

I yield myself to thee, my God,
And lay me down to rest.

503. Evening.

Neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.----
PSALM Xci. 10.

But GOD of Israel, we adore thee!

Thou hast kept us through the day: Thus preserv'd we come before thee, Ours the new and living way!

Safely keep us through the night;dl Guard us till the morning light so to Nor forsake us,

Till thou take us,

Far from earth to dwell with
Through a bright eternity.

504. For Saturday Evening. 7s.
SAFELY through another week,
Gop has brought us on our wayn
Let us now a blessing seek,

On th' approaching Sabbath day: Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest!

2 Mercies multiplied each hour, T Through theweek our praise demand! Guarded by Almighty pow'r,

Fed and guided by his hand;
Though ungrateful we have been,
Only made returns of sin.

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3 While we pray for pard'ning grace,
In the dear REDEEMER'S name,
Show thy reconciled face,
Shine away our sin and shame!!
From our worldly cares set free,ak
May we rest this night in thee! wt

4 [When the morn shall bid us rise A
Let us feel thy presence near; 2
May thy glory meet our eyes, odT
When we in thy house appear!

There afford us, LORD, a taste 75h?
Of our everlasting feast.]

5 May thy gospel's joyful sound,
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints!
Thus may all our sabbaths
prove,
Till we join the church above.

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505. The Opening of the New Year.

L.M.

Ebenezer; or GOD's helping hand reviewed and acknowledged.-1.SAM. vii. 12.

MY helper GOD! I bless his name: The same his pow'r, his grace the same; The tokens of his friendly care Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 I'midst ten thousand dangers stand, Supported by his guardian hand; And see, when 1 survey my ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far his arm hath led me on, Thus far I make his mercy kuown; And while I tread this desert land, New mercies shall new songs demand.

4 My grateful soul, on Jordan's shore, A Shall raise one sacred pillar more : Then bear, in his bright courts above, Inscriptions of immortal love.

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