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Direct, controul, 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.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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HYMN XLVI. S. M.

TELCOME sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise!
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

The King himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And sing, and praise, and pray.

One day amidst the place,

Where Christ, my God, hath been,
Surpasses far a thousand days,
Of pleasurable sin.

My willing soul would stay,
In such a frame as this;
And sit and sing herself away,
To everlasting bliss.

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Evening Hymnš.

HYMN XLVII. L. M.

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LORY to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light: F Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings, Under thy own Almighty wings.

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Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
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Teach me to live, that I may dread,
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may,
With joy behold the Judgment-Day!

O may my soul on thee repose!
And with sweet sleep my eyelids close;
Sleep, that may me more active make,
To serve my God, when I awake.

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Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

HYMN XLVIII. L. M...

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Thus far his pow'r prolongs our days; And ev'ry ev'ning shall make known, Some fresh memorial of his grace.

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. I lay my body down to sleep,

Peace is the pillow of my head; While well-appointed Angels keep, Their watchful stations round my bed.

Thus when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet Salvation in the sound.

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HYMN XLIX. C. M.

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READ Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song,
Like holy incense rise;

Assist the off rings of my tongue,
To reach the lofty skies.owa ti
Thro' all the dangers of the day,
Thy hand was still my guard;
And still, to drive my wants away,
Thy Mercy stood prepar❜d.

Perpetual blessings from above,
Encompass me around;

But Oh! how few returns of love,
Hath my Redeemer found.

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What have I done for Him, that died,

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save my wretched soul?

How are my follies multiplied,
Fast as my minutes roll!

Lord, with this guilty heart of mine,
To thy blest Cross I flee;
And to thy Grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.

Sprinkl'd afresh with pard'ning blood,
I lay me down to rest;

"Tis that shall make my peace with God, And that shall calm my breast..

HYMN L. P. M.

HOU, who art enthron'd above,
Thou by whom we live and move;;

O how sweet with joyful tongue,
To resound thy praise in song.

'Tis the day of sacred rest,
May devotion fill our breast!"
May we dwell within thy house;
Hear thy word, and pay our vows!

Notes to Heav'n's high mansion raise;
Fill His courts with sounding praise
Let repeated hymns proclaim,
Great Jehovah's awful name!

HYMN LI. P. M.

LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing,

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Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, alt mW Triumph in redeeming grace. O refresh us,

Trav❜ling thro' this wilderness.

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Thanks we give, and adoration,
For the Gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy Salvation,
In our hearts and lives abound.
May thy presence,

With us evermore be found.

So, when'ere the signal's giv'n,
Us from earth to call away,
Borne on angels wings, to heav'n,
Glad the summons to obey,
May we ever,

Reign with Christ in endless day.

HYMN LII. L. M.

THEN I survey the wond'rous cross,
On which the Prince of Glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

See! from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and Love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such Love and Sorrow meet?
Or Thorns compose so bright a Crown?
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the Cross of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them for thy Blood.

Were the whole realm of Nature mine,
That were an off'ring far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine, (1
Demands my Soul, my Life, my All.

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