598.

C. M.

Morning or Evening- Worship

1 ON thee, each morning, O my God!
My waking thoughts attend;
In thee are founded all my hopes,
In thee my wishes end.

2 My soul, in preasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;

And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares
A sacrifice of praise.

3 When evening-slumbers press my eyes,
With his protection blest,
In peace and safety, I commit
My wearied limbs to rest.

4 My spirit in his hand, serene,
Fears no approaching ill;
For, whether waking or asleep,
Thou, Lord art with me still.

C. M.

599. Morning and Evening-Offering.

1 HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand!
Ten thousand saares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing power
That raised us with a word;
And, every day, and every hour,
We lean upon the Lord.

3 The rising morn cannot assure,—
That we shall end the day;

For death stands ready at the door
To hurry us away.

4 Our life is forfeited, by sin,
To God's avenging law;

We own thy grace, immortal King!
In every breath we draw.

5 God is our sun-whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble frame lies safe, at night,
Beneath his shady wings.

600.

L. M. 6 Lines.

Morning and Evening.

I WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies
The morning-light salutes mine eyes,
O Sun of righteousness divine !
On me, with beams of mercy, shine;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.

2 When each day's scenes and labors close
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pard'ning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour! while I rest;
And, as each morning-sun shall rise,
Oh! lead me onward to the skies.
3 And, at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Jesus! thy 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.

601.

THE YEAR.

11s and 5s.

The New-Year.

COME let us anew

Our journey pursue,

Roll round with the year,

And never stand still till the master appear; His adorable will

Let us gladly fulfill,

And our talents improve,

By the patience of hope, and the labor of lovs

2

Our life is a dream;

Our time, as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:

The arrow is flown

The moment is gone

The millenial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity 's here

3

Oh! that each in the day

Of his coming may say,—

"I have fought my way though

I have finished the work which thou gav'st me to do !”
Oh! that each, from his Lord,

May receive the glad word,-
"Well and faithfully done!

Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne!”

602.

L. M.

The changing Seasons.

1 GREAT God! let all our tuneful powers
Awake, and sing thy mighty name :
Thy hand revolves our circling hours,-
Thy hand from which our being came.
2 Seasons and moons still rolling round,
In beauteous order speak thy praise;
And years, with smiling mercy crowned
To thee successive honors raise.

3 To thee we raise the annual song,
To thee the grateful tribute give;
Our God doth still our years prolong,
And, midst unnumbered deaths, we live
4 Our life, our health, our friends, we owe
All to thy vast, unbounded love;
Ten thousand precious gifts below,
And hope of nobler joys above.

5 Thus will we sing, till nature cease,
Till sense and language are no more,
And, after death, thy boundless grace,
Through everlasting years, adore.

C. M.

603. New-Year :-Providential Goodness.
1 GOD of our lives! thy various praise
Our voices shall resound:

Thy hand directs our fleeting days,
And brings the seasons round.

2 To thee shall grateful songs arise,
Our Father and our Friend!

Whose constant mercies, from the skies,
In genial streams descend.

3 in every scene of life, thy care,
In every age, we see :

And, constant as thy favors are,
So let our praises be.

4 Still may thy love, in every scene,
In every age, appear;

And let the same companions deign
To bless the opening year.

5 If mercy smile, let mercy bring
Our wandering souls to God;
In our affliction, we shall sing,
If thou wilt bless the rod.

604.

L. M.

New-Year :—God, our Helper

1 OUR helper, God! we bless thy nams,
Whose love for ever is the same;
The tokens of thy gracious care
Open, and crown, and close the year.
2 Amid ten thousand snares we stand,
Supported by thy guardian hand,
And see, when we review our ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.
3 Thus far thine arm has led us on ;
Thus far we make thy mercy known;
And while we tread this desert land,
New mercies shall new songs demand.
4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
Then bear, in thy bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.

C. M.

605. New-Year:-Prayer for a Blessing, 1 NOW, gracious Lord! thine arm reveal And make thy glory known; Now let us all thy presence feel, And soften hearts of stone.

2 From all the guilt of former sin,
May mercy set us free;

And let this year, we now begin,
Begin and end with thee.

3 Send down thy Spirit from above,
That saints may love thee more;
And sinners now may learn to love,
Who never loved before.

4 And, when, before thee, we appear,
In our eternal home,

May growing numbers worship here,
And praise thee in our room.

606.

L. M.

A Song for the opening Year.

1 GREAT God. we sing that mighty hand,
By which supported still we stand;
The opening year thy mercy shows,-
Let mercy crown it till it close.

By day, by night--at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel led.

3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future-all to us unknown-
We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.
4 In scenes exalted or depressed,

Be thou our joy-and thou our rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored, through all our changing days.
5 When death shall close our earthly songs,
And seal, in silence, mortal tongues,
Our helper, God, in whom we trust.
Shall keep our souls, and guard our dust.

The opening Year.

1 BLESS, O Lord! the opening year
To the souls assembled here;
Clothe thy word with power divine,
Make us willing to be thine.

? When thou hast thy work begun,
Give new strength the race to run;
Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears;
Wipe away the mourner's tears.