4 In death's dark valley though I stray, "T would there my steps attend,
Guide with the staff my lonely way,
And with the rod defend.
5 May that sure hand uphold me still Through life's uncertain race, To bring me to thine holy hill, And to thy dwelling-place.
Morning or Evening.
1 As every day thy mercy spares Will bring its trials or its cares, O Father! till my life shall end, Be thou my counsellor and friend; Teach me thy statutes all divine, And let thy will be always mine.
2 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy, richly blest, Guard me, my Father, while I rest: And as each morning sun shall rise, O lead me onward to the skies!
3 And at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labors done,— Father, thine heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed; And from death's gloom my spirit raise, To see thy face, and sing thy praise.
Morning or Evening.... All from God.
1 FATHER! thy paternal care Has my guardian been, my guide! Every hallowed wish and prayer Has thy hand of love supplied; Thine is every thought of bliss, Left by hours and days gone by; Every hope thy offspring is, Beaming from futurity.
2 Every sun of splendid ray; Every moon that shines serene; Every morn that welcomes day; Every evening's twilight scene; Every hour which wisdom brings; Every incense at thy shrine; These
and all life's holiest things,
And its fairest,—all are thine.
3 And for all, my hymns shall rise Daily to thy gracious throne: Thither let my asking eyes
Turn unwearied-righteous One! Through life's strange vicissitude There reposing all my care,
Trusting still, through ill and good,
Fixed and cheered and counselled there.
7s. M. SP. OF THE PSALMS.
Morning or Evening.
1 THEY Who on the Lord rely, Safely dwell though danger 's nigh; Lo, his sheltering wings are spread O'er each faithful servant's head.
2 Vain Temptation's wily snare, Christians are Jehovah's care: Harmless flies the shaft by day, Or in darkness wings its way.
3 When they wake, or when they sleep, Angel guards their vigils keep; Death and danger may be near, Faith and Love have nought to fear.
Morning or Evening.
1 Mr God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies, from above, Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers.
3 I yield my powers to thy command; To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
1 INTERVAL of grateful shade, Welcome to my weary head! Welcome, slumbers to mine eyes, Tired with glaring vanities!
2 My great Master still allows Needful periods of repose: By my heavenly Father blest, Thus I give my powers to rest.
3 Heavenly Father, gracious name! Night and day his love the same! Far be each suspicious thought, Every anxious care forgot!
4 Thou, my ever-bounteous God, Crown'st my days with various good; Thy kind eye, which cannot sleep, My defenceless hours shall keep.
5 What if death my sleep invade? Should I be of death afraid? While encircled by thine arm, Death may strike, but cannot harm.
6 With thy heavenly presence blest, Death is life, and labor rest: Welcome, sleep or death to me,
1 INDULGENT GOD, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown, O let my grateful praise and prayer Ascend before thy throne!
2 What mercies has this day bestowed! How largely hast thou blest! My cup with plenty overflowed, With cheerfulness my breast.
3 Now may sweet slumbers close my eyes, From pain and sickness free; And let my waking thoughts arise To meditate on thee.
4 So bless each future day and night, Till life's fond scene is o'er;
At length, to realms of endless light Enraptured let me soar.
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