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He feels my griefs, he sees my fears,

And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray

From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r,

Shall guard me in that dang’rous hour. 3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,

And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
Then he, who once vouchsard to bear
The sick’ning anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry

The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,

Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,

For thou did'st weep o'er Laz’rus dead. 5 And, oh! when I have safely past

Through ev'ry conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My bed of death for thou hast died ;
Then point to realms of endless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
HYMN 161.

(L. M.) Sanctified Afliction. 1 LORD! unafflicted, undismay'd,

In pleasure's path how long I stray'd,
But thou hast made me feel thy rod !

And turn'd my soul to thee, my God.
2 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart,

I bless thy hand that caus'd the smart;
It taught my tears awhile to flow,

But sav'd me from eternal wo!
3 Oh! hadst thou left me unchastis'd,

Thy precepts I had still despis'd,
And still the snare in secret laid

Had my unwary feet betray'd.
4 I love thy chastnings, O my God,

They fix my hopes on thy abode;
Where, in thy presence fully blest,
Thy stricken saints for ever rest.

DAILY DEVOTION.

HYMN 162.

(IL 3.) Daiiy Dependance. 1 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 sin away,

And turn my darkness into day.
2 When to heav'n's great and glorious King

My morning sacrifice I bring;
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy, Saviour, in thy name;
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood,

And be my advocate with God. 3 As ev'ry day thy mercy spares

Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend :
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,

And te thy pure example mine. 4 When pain transfixes ev'ry part,

Or languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseas'd, oppress'd,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
O great Physician! see my grief,

And grant thy servant sweet relief. 5 Should poverty's destructive blow

Lay all my worldly comforts low;
And neither help nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Lord, pity and supply my need,

For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed. 6 Should Providence profusely pour

Its varied blessings in my store;
O keep me from the ills that wait
On such a seeming prosp'rous state:
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with thee.
When each day's scenes and labours close,
And weari'd nature seeks repose,
With pard'ning mercy richly bless'd,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest:
And, as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.

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8 And, at my life's last setting sun,

My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thy heav'nly 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.
HYMN 163.

(L. M) I have set God always before me.Ps. xvi. 9. 1 SAVIOUR! when night involves the skies,

My soul, adoring, turns to thee! Thee, self-abas'd in mortal guise,

And wrapt in shades of death for me. 2 On thee my waking raptures dwell,

When erimson gleams the east adorn, Thee, victor of the grave and hell,

Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays,

To thee, my soul triumphant springs; Thee, thron'd in glory's endless blaze,

Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings. 4 O’er earth, when shades of ev'ning steal,

To death and thee my thoughts I give; To death, whose pow'r I soon must feel, To thee, with whom I trust to live. HYMN 164.

(L. M Morning Hymn. 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily course of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise

To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past;

Live this day, as if 'twere thy last :
T' improve thy talents take due care ;

'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere,

Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how th' all-seeing God, thy ways.

And all thy secret tlioughts surveys.. 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing,

“ Glory to thee, eternal King."
5 I wake, I wake, ye heav'nly choir;,

May your devotion me inspire;.

That I like you my age may spend,

Like you may on my God attend. 6 May I like you in God delight,

Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform like you my Maker's will :

0! may I never more do ill.
ng Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,

I may of endless life partake.
8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;

Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first spring of thought and will,

And with thyself my spirit fill.
9 Direct, control, suggest this day,

All I design, or do, or say,
That all my pow’rs, with all their might,

In thy sole glory may unite.
10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, y' angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN 165.

(L M.) Morning. 1 ARISE, my soul ! with rapture rise !

And, fill'd with love and fear, adore The awful Sovoreign of the skies,

Whose mercy lends me one day more. 2 And may this day, indulgent Pow'r!

Not idly pass, nor fruitless be; But may each swiftly flying hour

Still nearer bring my soul to Thee! 3 But can it be? that Pow'r divine

Is thron'd in light's unbounded blaze; And countless worlds and angels join

To swell the glorious song of praise : 4 And will he deign to lend an ear,

When I, poor abject mortal, pray? Yes, boundless goodness! he will hear,

Nor cast the meanest wretch away. 5 Then let me serve thee all my days,

And may my zeal with years increase: For pleasant, Lord, are all thy ways, And all thy paths are paths of peace.

(C. M.)

HYMN 166.

Morning
I TO thee let my first off’rings rise,

Whose sun ereates the day,
Swift as his gladd ning influence flies,

And spotless as his ray.
2 This day thy fav'ring hand be nigh,

So oft vouchsaf'd before;
Still may it lead, protect, supply,

And I that hand adore.
3 If bliss thy Providence impart,

For which, resign'd, I pray, Give me to feel a cheerful heart,

And grateful homage pay.
4 Affliction should thy love intend,

As vice or folly's cure,
Patient to gain that gracious end,

May I the means endure. 5 Be this and ev'ry future day

Still wiser than the past,
And when I all my life survey,
May grace sustain at last,

HYMN 167.

Morning
1 NOW the shades of night are gone;

Now the morning light is come;
Lord, may we be thine to day;

Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill our souls with heav'nly light,

Banish doubt and clear our sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,

May we labour, watch and pray.
3 Keep our haughty passions bound;

Save us from our foes around;
Going out and coming in

Keep us safe from ev'ry sin.
4 When our work of life is past,

O receive us then at last;
Night and sin will be no more,
When we reach the heav'nly shore.

HYMN 168.

Evening Hymn.
I GLORY to thee, my God, this nigheten

For all the blessings of the light:

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