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HYMN 93. C.M.
A morning hymn. (cont.)

  4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread,
   And I could ne'er withstand;
Thy justice might have crush'd me dead,
   But mercy held thine hand.
  5 A thousand wretched souls are fled
   Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou length'nest out my thread,
   And yet my moments run.
  6 Great God, let all my hours be thine,
   Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
   And bring a pleasant night.

HYMN 94. L.M.
An evening hymn.

  1 GREAT God, to thee my ev'ning song
With humble gratitude I raise;
O let thy mercy tunc my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise!
  2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And ev'ry gentle rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and pow'r.
  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 eyelids 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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HYMN 95. C.M.
An evening song.

  1 NOW from the altar of our hearts
   Let flames of love arise;
Assist us, Lord, to offer up
   Our ev'ning 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.

HYMN 96. C.M.
For Morning and Evening.

  1 HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
   To God's upholding hand!
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
   And yet secure we stand.
  2 That was a most amazing pow'r,
   That rais'd us with a word,
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,
   We lean upon the Lord.
  3 The ev'ning rests our weary head,
   And angels guard the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed,
   That was not made our tomb.
  4 The rising morning can't assure
   That we shall end the day;


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