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When will the mournful night be gone?
When shall my joys arise?

2 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns,
Thy promise is my stay;

Here would I rest till light returns:
Thy presence makes my day.

3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace
Relieve my aching heart;

O smile, and bid my sorrows cease,
And all their gloom depart,

4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise
And bless thy healing rays,

And change these deep complaining sighs
For songs of sacred praise,

HYMN 159.

Psalm xlii. 1—5.

1 AS, panting in the sultry beam,
The hart desires the cooling stream,
So to thy presence, Lord, I flee,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee;
Athirst to taste, thy living grace,
And see thy glory, face to face,
2 But rising griefs distress my soul,
And tears on tears successive roll;
For many an evil voice is near,
To chide my wo, and mock my fear;
And silent mem'ry weeps alone

O'er hours of peace and gladness flown.

3 For I have walk'd the happy round

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That 'circles Zion's holy ground,

And gladly swell'd the choral lays,

That hymn'd iny great Redeemer's praise,
What time the hallow'd arches rung
Responsive to the solemn song.

4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest,
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast?
Turn, turn to Him, in ev'ry pain,

Whom suppliants never sought in vain ;
Thy strength, in joy's extatic day,
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away,

HYMN 160.

(IL &)

(IL 3)

A compassionate High Priest. Hebrews iv. 15.

1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienc'd ev'ry human pain;

He feels my griefs, he sees my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;

Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
Then he, who once vouchsaf'd to bear
The sick'ning anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.

4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,

And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,
For thou did'st weep o'er Laz'rus dead.

5 And, oh! when I have safely past
Through ev'ry conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My bed of death-for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of endless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

HYMN 161.

Sanctified Affliction.

1 LORD! unafflicted, undismay'd,
In pleasure's path how long I stray'd,
But thou hast made me feel thy rod!
And turn'd my soul to thee, my God.

2 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart,`
I bless thy hand that caus'd the smart;
It taught my tears awhile to flow,

But sav'd me from eternal wo!

8 Oh! hadst thou left me unchastis'd,
Thy precepts I had still despis'd,
And still the snare in secret laid
Had my unwary feet betray'd.
4 I love thy chast'nings, O my God,
They fix my hopes on thy abode;
Where, in thy presence fully blest,
Thy stricken saints for ever rest.

(L. M.)

DAILY DEVOTION.

HYMN 162.

Daily Dependance.

1 WHEN streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes,

O Sun of righteousness divine,

On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of sin away,
And turn my darkness into day.

2 When to heav'n's great and glorious King
My morning sacrifice I bring;

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy, Saviour, in thy name;
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.

3 As ev'ry day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend:
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy pure example mine.
4 When pain transfixes ev'ry part,
Or languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseas'd, oppress'd,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
O great Physician! see my grief,
And grant thy servant sweet relief.
5 Should poverty's destructive blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low;
And neither help nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Lord, pity and supply my need,
For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed.
6 Should Providence profusely pour
Its varied blessings in my store;
O keep me from the ills that wait
On such a seeming prosp'rous state:
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with thee.

7 When each day's scenes and labours close,
And weari'd nature seeks repose,
With pard'ning mercy richly bless'd,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest:
And, as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.

(IL 3.)

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8 And, at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thy heav'nly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And, from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face and sing thy praise.

HYMN 163.

"I have set God always before me."

(L. M.)

Ps. xvi. 9.

1 SAVIOUR! when night involves the skies,
My soul, adoring, turns to thee!
Thee, self-abas'd in mortal guise,

And wrapt in shades of death for me.
2 On thee my waking raptures dwell,
When crimson gleams the east adorn,
Thee, victor of the grave and hell,

Thee, source of life's eternal morn.
3 When noon her throne in light arrays,
To thee, my soul triumphant springs;
Thee, thron'd in glory's endless blaze,
Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings,
4 O'er earth, when shades of ev'ning steal,
To death and thee my thoughts I give;
To death, whose pow'r I soon must feel,
To thee, with whom I trust to live,

HYMN 164.

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;
Live this day, as if '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;

(L.M.

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 whilst I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter 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 pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, y' angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

HYMN 165.

Morning.

1 ARISE, my soul! with rapture rise! And, fill'd with love and fear, adore The awful Sov'reign of the skies,

Whose mercy lends me one day more.

2 And may this day, indulgent Pow'r!
Not idly pass, nor fruitless be;
But may each swiftly flying hour
Still nearer bring my soul to Thee!

3 But can it be? that Pow'r divine

Is thron'd in light's unbounded blaze; And countless worlds and angels join To swell the glorious song of praise: 4 And will he deign to lend an ear,

When I, poor abject mortal, pray? Yes, boundless goodness! he will hear, Nor cast the meanest wretch away.

5 Then let me serve thee all my days,

And may my zeal with years increase: For pleasant, Lord, are all thy ways, And all thy paths are paths of peace.

(L. M.)

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