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Going out, and coming in,

Keep us safe from every sin.

4 When our work of life is past, O, receive us then at last,

Night of sin will be no more,

When we reach the heavenly shore. HARTFORD Sel.

HYMN 10. C. M. Medfield.

Evening.

1 O Lord another day is flown,

And we a little band,

Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fost'ring hand.

2 And wilt thou bend a list'ning ear,
To praises low as ours?

Thou wilt, for thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.

3 And, Jesus! thou thy smiles wilt deign,
As we before thee pray;

For thou didst bless the infant train,
And are we less than they?

4 O, let thy grace perform its part,
And bid contention cease;
And shed abroad in every heart,
Thine everlasting peace.

5 Thus chasten'd, cleans'd, entirely thine,

A flock by Jesus led;

The Sun of holiness shall shine,

In glory on our head.

6 And thou wilt turn our wand'ring feet.
And thou wilt bless our way;

Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of lasting day.

H. K. WHITE.

HYMN 11. L. M. Portugal.

Morning or Evening.

1 My God! how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new,
And morning mercies from above,
Gently distil like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours!
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs.

3 I yield my pow'rs to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

HYMN 12. C. M. Dedham.

Morning.

1 Lord of my life! O, may thy praise
Employ my noblest pow'rs;
Whose goodness lengthens out my days,
And fills the circling hours.

2 Preserv'd by thine almighty arm
I pass'd the shades of night,
Serene and safe from every harm,
And see returning light.

3 0, let the same almighty care,
My waking hours attend;
From every danger, every snare,
My heedless steps defend.

4 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days,

And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.

WATTS.

STEELE.

HYMN 13. C. M. Brattle Street.

Evening.

1 Indulgent God, whose bounteous care
O'er all thy works is shown!
O, let my grateful praise and prayer
Ascend before thy throne.

2 What mercies has this day bestow'd!
How largely hast thou blest!
My cup with plenty overflow'd,
With cheerfulness my breast.

3 Now may soft slumbers close my eyes,
From pain and sickness free;

And let my wakeful thoughts arise
To meditate on thee.

4 Thus bless each future day and night, Till life's vain scene is o'er;

And then to realms of endless light,

O, let my spirit soar.

LIVERPOOL COL.

HYMN 14. S. M. Watchman.

Evening.

1 The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O, may we all remember well,
The night of death draws near.

2 We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;

So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we here possess.

3 Lord! keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;

May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.

4 And, if we early rise

And view the unwearied sun, May we set out to win the prize, And after glory run.

5 And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,

O, may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.

ANON.

HYMN 15. C. M. Brattle Street.

Evening.

1 Dread Sovereign! let my evening song, Like holy incense rise;

Assist the offerings of my tongue

To reach the lofty skies.

2 Through all the dangers of the day,
Thy hand was still my guard;
And still to drive my wants away
Thy mercy stood prepar'd.

3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around;

But, O! how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found.

4 What have I done for him, who died
To save my wretched soul!

How are my follies multiplied,

Fast as my minutes roll!

5 Lord! with this guilty heart of mine, To thy dear cross I flee,

And to thy grace my soul resign

To be renew'd by thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood,

I lay me down to rest,

As in the embraces of my God,

Or on my Saviour's breast.

WATTS.

HYMN 16. C. M. St. Martin's.

Morning.

1 God of our lives! our morning songs,
To thee we cheerful raise,
Thine acts of love 'tis good to sing,
And pleasant 'tis to praise.

2 Guardian of man! thy wakeful eyes
Nor sleep, nor slumber know;

Thine eyes pierce thro' the shades of night,
Intent on all below.

3 Sustain'd by thee, our opening eyes, Salute the morning light;

Secure we stand, unhurt by all

The arrows of the night.

4 Our lives renew'd, our strength repair'd
To thee our God are due;

Teach us thy ways, and give us grace,
Our duty to pursue.

5 From every evil way defend,
But guard us most from sin;
Direct our goings out, O Lord!
And bless our comings in.

6 O, may thy holy fear command,

Each action thought and word; Then shall we sweetly close the day, Approv'd of thee, O Lord!

PEARCE

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