se amire at last.
en Thee our hopes we stay
To send us ca to thine abode ; Assad thy love will far o'erpay Our utmost toil upon the road.
Of Moses and the Lamb!
Wake every heart, and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name!
2 Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising power:
Sing how He intercedes above,
For us whose sins He bore.
Ye pilgrims on the road
To Zion's city sing!
Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,
In Christ th' eternal King!
Soon shall we hear Him say,
"Ye blessed children, come !
Soon will He call us hence away,
To our eternal home.
There shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!
AWAKE my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye.
4 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee,
Have I my race begun ;
And crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet
I'll lay my honours down.
THE MORNING HYMN..
AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Redeem thy misspent moments past,
And live this day as if the last;
Thy talents to improve take care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
3 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
4 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.
5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
THE EVENING HYMN.
GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own almighty wings!
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done :
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.
4 Oh, may my soul on Thee repose!
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more active make,
To serve my God when I awake.
2 Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay;
And ere another day is gone,
Ourselves may be as they.
3 Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower;
Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour.
4 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given;
The bones that underneath thee lie
Shall live for hell or heaven!
14 BESET with snares on every hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand;
Saviour Divine, diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2 Engage this wand'ring, treach'rous heart
To fix on Mary's better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.
3 Then let the wildest storms arise,
Let tempests mingle earth and skies,
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.
4 If Thou, my Saviour, still be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in Thee.
LEST is the man, whose heart expands
At melting pity's call;
C. And the rich blessings of whose hands
Like heavenly manna fall.
2 Children our kind protection claim ;
And God will well
When infants learn to lisp his name,
And their Creator love.
2 Let not the foe of Christ and man
This holy seed remove;
But give it root in every heart,
To bring forth fruits of love.
3 Let not the world's deceitful cares
The rising plant destroy;
But let it yield a hundredfold
The fruits of peace and joy.
4 Oft as the precious seed is sown,
Thy quick'ning grace bestow;
That all, whose souls the truth receive,
Its saving power may know.
4 AND now, my soul, another year
Of my short life is past;
I cannot long continue here,
And this may be my last.
2 Much of my dubious life is gone,
Nor will return again;
And swift my passing moments run,
The few that do remain.
3 Awake, my soul; with utmost care
Thy true condition learn:
What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair?
And what thy great concern?
4 Now a new scene of time begins,
Set out afresh for heaven;
Seek pardon for thy former sins,
In Christ so freely given.
5 ANGELS from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
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