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4. Thy angels shall around their beds
Their constant stations keep :
For thou dost never sleep.
And heav'nly thoughts refreshid, Our eye-lids with the morn's unclose,
And bless the ever-bless'd.
Hymn 396. C. N.
11 To God's upholding hand !
And yet secure we stand.
Which rais'd us with a word:
We lean upon the Lord.
And angels guard the room ;
That was not made our tomb. 4. The rising morning can't assure
That we shall end the day ;
To God's avenging law;
In ev'ry breath we draw.
Our joy and safety brings ;
Hymn 397. P. M. 1. OD of my life to thee
U My cheerful soul I raise ;
And still prolongs my days :
And bless the day that I was born. 2. A clod of living earth,
I glorify thy name,
And all my blessings came :
Let all that is within me praise. 3. Long as I live beneath,
To thee, O let me live!
In thanks and praises give :
4. My soul and all its pow'rs, ,
Thine, wholly thine shall be ;
I consecrate to thee:
And I shall praise thee evermore. 5. I wait thy will to do,
As angels do in heav'n;
Eternally forgiv’n :
6. Then when the work is done,
The work of faith with pow'r, Receive thy favour'd son,
In death's triumphant hour : Like Moses to thyself convey, And kiss my raptur'd soul away..
Hymn 398. P. M.
W The glad morning appears,
From Jehovah I came,
Art the fountain I own
And I cheerfully sing
My Redeemer and King,
In thy fatherly choice
If of parents I came, .
Who did honour thy name,
And temptations, and snares,
O the blessings bestow'd
By a bountiful God,
What a heaven of bliss,
Hymn 399. I. 1.
Youth and Judgment, Eccl. xi. 9. 3. V E sons of Adam, vain and young,
1 Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongu Taste the delights your souls desire,
And give a loose to all your fire. 2. Pursue the pleasures you design,
And cheer your hearts with songs and wine i
There is a day of judgment too. 3. God from on high beholds your thoughts, His book records your secret faults ; The works of darkness you have done Must all appear before the sun. 4. The vengeance to your follies due
Should strike your hearts with terror thro's How will ye stand before his face,
Or answer for his injur'd grace?
From these alluring vanities,
Hymn 400. L. u.
Eccl. xii. 1, 7. Isa. Ixv. 20.
I Remember your Creator, God :
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
With endless curses on his head. 3. The dust returns to dust again;
The soul, in agonies of pain
But hears her doom, and sinks to hell. 4. Eternal King! I fear thy name,
Teach me to know how frail I am;
And, when my soul must hence removey : Give me a mansion in thy love
Hymn 401. c. 1. 1. TIME! what an empty vapour 'ris,
1 And days how swift they are!
Or like a shooting star.
Then slide away in haste,
But only say, “ They're past.”.
And death is ever nigh;