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 vouchsaf'd 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.
Sanctified Affliction. 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 chast'nings, O my God, They fix my hopes on thy abode; Where, in thy presence fully blest, Thy stricken saints for ever rest.
HYMN 162.
Daily 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 be 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.
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.
"I have set God always before me."
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.
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 thoughts 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: O! may I never more do ill.
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.
1 ARISE, my soul! with rapture rise! And, fill'd with love and fear, adore The awful Sov'reign 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.
1 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.
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