Who, Lord of heaven, scorns not to dwell
With saints in their obscurest cell.
3 To thee may each united house,
Morning and night present its vows;
Our servants there, and rising race
Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace.
4 O may each future age proclaim
The honours of thy glorious name;
While pleas'd and thankful, we remove
To join the family above.

CCXXIV. S. M. RIPPON'S SELEC.

Prayer for Infants; or, Children, Day by Day, given to God.

REAT God, now condescend,

To bless our rising race;

Soon may their willing spirits bend

To thy victorious grace!

2 what a vast delight,

Their happiness to see!
Our warmest wishes all unite,
To lead their souls to thee.

3 Dear Lord, thy Spirit pour
Upon our infant seed,

O bring the long'd-for happy hour
That makes them thine indeed.

4 May they receive thy word,

Confess the Saviour's name,
Then follow their despised Lord,
Through the baptismal stream.

5 Thus let our favour'd race

Surround thy sacred board,
There to adore thy sovereign grace
And sing their dying Lord.

CCXXV. C. M. RIPPON'S SELEC.
A Morning Hymn.

O thee, let my first offerings rise,
Whose sun creates the day,

Swift as his gladd'ning influence flies,
And spotless as his ray.

2 This day thy faouring hand be nigh!
So oft vouchsaf'd before!
Still may it lead, protect, supply!
And I that hand adore!

3 If bliss thy providence impart,
For which resign'd I pray;
Give me to feel the grateful heart!
And without guilt be gay!
4 Affliction should thy love intend,
As vice or folly's cure;

Patient, to gain that gracious end,
May I the means endure!

5 Be this, and every future day
Still wiser than the past!
And when I all my life survey
May grace sustain at last.

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CCXXVI. C. M. D. TURNER.
A Morning Hymn.

WITH

ITH thee, great God, the stores of light,
And stores of darkness lie:

Thou form'st the sable robe of night

And spread'st it round the sky.

2 And when with welcome slumbers press'd, We close our weary eyes,

Thy power, unseen, secures our rest,
And makes us joyous rise.

3 Numbers, this night, great God, have met
Their long eternal doom;
And lost the joys of morning light
In death's tremendous gloom.

4 Numbers on restless beds still lie,
And still their woes bewail;

While we, by their kind hand uprais'd,
A thousand pleasures feel.

5 To thee, great God, in thankful songs,
Our morning thoughts arise;
Propitious in thy Son, accept
The willing sacrifice.

A Morning Hymn.

IEE how the mounting sun
Pursues his shining way;

And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With every brightening ray.

2 Thus would my rising soul
Its heavenly parent sing:
And to its great original
The humble tribute bring.

3 Serene I laid me down

Beneath his guardian care :
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind preserver near!

4 Thus does thine arm support
This weak defenceless frame;

But whence these favours, Lord, to me,
All worthless as I am?

5 O! how shall I repay

The bounties of my God?

This feeble spirit pants beneath
The pleasing painful load.

6 Dear Saviour, to thy cross
I bring my sacrifice;

Ting'd with thy blood, it shall ascend
With fragrance to the skies.

7 My life I would anew

Devote, O Lord, to thee;

And in thy service I would spend
A long eternity.

CCXXVIII.

L. M. RIPPON'S SELEC. An Evening Hymn.

1 GREAT GOD, to thee my evening song With humble gratitude I raise,

O let thy mercy tune iny tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise:
2. My days unclouded, as they pass,
And every gentle rolling hour,
Are monuments of wond'rous grace,
And witness to thy love and power.
3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,
Too oft regardless of thy love,
Ungrateful, can from thee depart,
And fond of trifles vainly rove.

4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood
Of Jesus: his dear name alone
I plead for pardon, gracious God,
And kind acceptance at thy throne.
5 Let this Blest hope mine eye-lids close,
With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,

And wake with praises to thy name.

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CCXXIX. C. M. M

NOW

An Evening Hymn.

́OW from the altar of our hearts
Let flames of love arise;

Assist us Lord to offer up

Our evening sacrifice.

2 Minutes and mercies multiplied
Have made up all this day;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More swift and free than they.

3 New time, new favour, and new joys,
Do a new song require:

'Till we shall praise thee as we would, Accept our hearts' desire.

4 Lord of our days, whose hand hath set New time upon our score;

Thee may we praise for all our time,
When time shall be no more.

CCXXX. S. M. S. STENNETT.
Divine mercies in constant succession.
Lam. iii. 22, 23.

1 HOW various and how new,
Are thy compassions, Lord!

Each morning shall thy mercy shew
Each night thy truth record.

2 Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawn'd on our early days,
Ere infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.

3 Each object we beheld

Gave pleasure to our eyes;
And nature all our senses held
In bands of swcet surprise.