5 Let faith suppress each rising fear,
Each anxious doubt exclude:

Thy Maker's will hath plac'd thee here,
Thy Maker, wise and good.

6 He to thy every trial knows
Its just restraints to give,
Attentive to behold thy woes,
And faithful to relieve.

No. 259.-C. M.

1 MY soul, triumphant in the Lord,
Shall tell its joys abroad,

And march with holy vigour on,
Supported by its God.

2 Thro' all the winding maze of life,
His hand hath been my guide;
And in that long experienc'd care,
My heart shall still confide.

3 His grace thro' all the desert flows,
An unexhausted stream:

That grace in Zion's sacred mount,
Shall be my endless theme.

No. 260.-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;
And live this day, as '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.

7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when from this life I wake,
I may of endless life partake

8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;

Dispel 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 powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

No. 261.-C. M.

1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I address my prayer,
To thee direct mine eye.

2 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

S But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

40 may thy spirit guide my feet,
In ways of truth and grace;
Make every path of duty straight-
And plain before my face!

5 The men who love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;

The mighty God will

compass With favour, as a shield.

them

No. 262.-L. M.

EVENING HYMN.

1 GLORY to thee, my God! this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Under thy own Almighty wings. 2 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 eternal day. 30 may my soul on thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close, Sleep that may me more active make To serve my God when I awake. 4 When restless in the night I lie, My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply, Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No pow'rs of darkness me molest. 5 Let my blest guardians, whilst I sleep, Their watchful stations near me keep; My heart with love celestial fill, And guard me from th' approach of ill. 6 Lord! let my soul for ever share The bliss of thy paternal care;

'Tis heav'n on earth, 'tis heav'n above, To see thy face, and sing thy love. 7 Should death itself my sleep invade, Why should I be of death afraid? Protected by thy saving arm, Tho' he may strike, he cannot harm.

8 For death is life, and labour, rest,
If with thy gracious presence blest;
Then welcome sleep, or death to me,
I'm still secure, for still with thee.

No. 263.-L M.

DIVINE INFLUENCE.

1 AS showers on meadows newly mown, Our God shall send his spirit down; Eternal source of grace divine, What soul-refreshing drops are thine. 2 Lands, which beneath a burning sky Have long been desolate and dry, Th' effusions of his love shall share And sudden life and verdure wear. 3 The dews and rains in all their store, Wat'ring the pastures o'er and o'er, Are not so copious as that grace Which sanctifies and saves our race. 4 As in soft silence vernal showers Descend and cheer the fainting flowers; So in the secrecy of love,

Falls the blest influence from above. 5 That heav'nly influence let me find, In holy silence of the mind;

Whilst every grace maintains its bloom,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.

6 Nor let these blessings be confin'd
To me, but pour'd on all mankind;
Till all the wastes in verdure rise,
And a new Eden bless our eyes.