mp 6 Oh! still restore our wandering feet,

— And still direct our way;

X Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet

/ The dawn of endless day.

K(\A HYMN 594, L. M,

tJU^h An Evening Hymn.

m 1 THUS far the Lord has led me on,

J- Thus far his power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past,
He gives me strength for days to come.

> 3 1 lay my body down to sleep,—

p Peace is the pillow for my head;

— While well-appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed.

> 4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, p My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,

< And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, mf With sweet salvation in the sound.

/r Q yr HYMN 595, L. M., 6 Lines.

*J*J*J For such as keep Saturday Evening.

dol 1 O WEET is the last, the parting ray,
O Which ushers placid evening in;
When, with the still, expiring day,

The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin:
How grateful, to the anxious breast,
The sacred hours of holy rest!

2 Hushed is the tumult of the day,

And worldly cares and business cease,-—
While soft the vesper breezes play,

To hymn the glad return of peace:
Delightful season! kindly given
To turn the wandering thoughts to heaven.

3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come,

Lord! raise my thoughts from earthly things,

< And bear them to my heavenly home, mf On faith and hope's celestial wings; > Till the last gleam of life decay,

< In one eternal Sabbath day.

ZQf> HYMN 596, S. M.

*J U O Saturday Evening.

mp 1 THE hours of evening close;

i- Its lengthened shadows, drawn

> O 'er scenes of earth, invite repose,

< And wait the Sabbath dawn.

mp 2 So let its calm prevail

0 'er forms of outward care; Nor thought for "many things" assail p The still retreat of prayer.

— 3 Our guardian Shepherd near

His watchful eye will keep;
And, safe from violence and fear,

> Will fold his flock to sleep.

— 4 So may a holier light,

< Than earth's, our spirits rouse,

mf. And call us, strengthened by his might,

— To pay the Lord our vows.

m 1 MY God! how endless is thy love! l'l Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies from above, Gently distill, like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours! < Thy sovereign word restores the light,

mf And quickens all my drowsy powers.

— 3 1 yield my powers to thy command;
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings, from thy hand,
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

/tqq HYMN 598, CM.

%jucj Morning- or Evening Worship.

^N" 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 pleasing wonder lost,

— Thy boundless love surveys;

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

mp 3 When evening slumbers press my eyes,

— With his protection blest, In peace and safety, I commit

mp 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.

/TQQ HYMN 599, CM.

%j*jil/ Morning and Evening Offering.

f 1 TJOSANNA, with a cheerful sound, -El To God's upholding hand!

— Ten thousand snares attend us round,

And yet secure we stand.

< 2 That was a most amazing power,
mf 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; \

mp For death stands ready at the dooi, *

To hurry us away. j

> 4 Our life is forfeited, by sin, j

— To God's avenging law; j

< We own thy grace, immortal King! *

— In everv 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.

r*i-\f\ HYMN 600, L. M. 6 Lines.

\J \J \J Morning and Evening.

rn 1 T/STHElsr, streaming from the eastern skies

5 if The morning light salutes mine eyes,

*t O Sun of righteousness divine!

\ On me, with beams of mercy, shine;

J Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,

\ And turn my darkness into day.

* 2 When each day's scenes and labors close,
j > And wearied nature seeks repose,
i — With pard'ning mercy richly blest,
| Guard me, my Saviour! while I rest;
| And, as each morning sun shall rise,
J < 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;
I < And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
'/ To see thy face, and sing thy praise.

THE YEAH.

/iai HYMN 601, lis and 5s.

GUI The JVew Year.

mf 1 HOME let us anew

v^ 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 love. p 2 Our life is a dream;

— Our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay: mp The arrow is flown—

The moment is gone—

— The millenial year

O Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here!

— 3 Oh! that each, in the day mf Of his coming, may say,—

"I have fought my way through— I have finished the work which thou gav'st me to Oh! that each, from his Lord, [do!" May receive the glad word,— "Well and faithfully done! mf Enter into my j oy, and sit down on my throne!n |

/.rxQ HYMN 602, L. M.

DUZ The changing Seasons.

f 1 riKEAT God! let all our tuneful powers vJ Awake, and sing thy mighty name:

— Thy hand revolves our circling hours,—

Thy hand, from which our being came.

mf 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.

603

HYMN 603, C. M.

New Year: Providential Goodness,

1 H OD of our lives! thy various praise
VJ 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.