Direct, controul, suggest this day, That all my pow'rs, with all their might, 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. W HYMN XLVI. S. M. TELCOME sweet day of rest, The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to day; One day amidst the place, Where Christ, my God, hath been, My willing soul would stay, G Evening Hymnš. HYMN XLVII. L. M. 14 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. PIT Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, Teach me to live, that I may dread, O may my soul on thee repose! A 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... NHUS far the Lord, has led me on, T 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, 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. D' HYMN XLIX. C. M. 3 READ Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song, Assist the off rings of my tongue, Perpetual blessings from above, But Oh! how few returns of love, What have I done for Him, that died, Το save my wretched soul? How are my follies multiplied, Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, Sprinkl'd afresh with pard'ning blood, "Tis that shall make my peace with God, And that shall calm my breast.. HYMN L. P. M. HOU, who art enthron'd above, O how sweet with joyful tongue, 'Tis the day of sacred rest, Notes to Heav'n's high mansion raise; HYMN LI. P. M. LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, 1 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. I Thanks we give, and adoration, With us evermore be found. So, when'ere the signal's giv'n, Reign with Christ in endless day. HYMN LII. L. M. THEN I survey the wond'rous cross, My richest gain I count but loss, See! from his head, his hands, his feet, Were the whole realm of Nature mine, i |