2 Much of my time is run to waste, And I perhaps am near my home; But he forgives my follies past, And gives me strength for days to come. 3 I-lay my body down to sleep; Peace is the pillow of my head; His ever-watchful eye shall keep Its constant guard around my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear: 0 may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning may I bear Thy loving kindness on my heart! 5 And when the night of death shall come, Still may I trust almighty love,

The love, which triumphs o'er the tomb, And leads to perfect bliss above.

491. C. M.

A Morning Hymn.

Watts, alt'd.

1 TO THEE let my first offerings rise,
Whose sun creates my day,

Swift as his gladdening influence flies,
And spotless as his ray.

2 This day thy favouring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchsafed before;
Still may it lead, protect, supply,
And I that hand adore.

3 If good thy providence_impart,
For which resigned I pray,
Give me to feel the grateful heart,
And without guilt be gav.

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4 Affliction should thy love attend,
As sin or folly's cure ;

Patient to gain that blessed end,
May I the means endure.

5 If bright or cloudy scenes await,
Some profit let me gain;
That heaven, nor high nor low estate
May send to me in vain.

6 Be this, and every future day,
Still wiser than the past;

That from the whole of life's survey

I may find

peace at last.

+ Drennan

The Institution of the Lord's Supper. 1 Cor. xi. 23-25.

1 'Twas on that dark, that awful night,
When all the powers of darkness rose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes;
2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, gave thanks and brake: What love through all his actions ran; What wondrous words of grace he spake ! 3 This is my body, broke for sin, Receive and eat the living food ;' Then took the cup, and blessed the wine, ''Tis the new covenant in my blood.'

4 In memory of your dying Lord,
Do this,' said he, till time shall end;
Meet at my table, and record

The love of your departed Friend."

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5 Thus, while we celebrate this feast,
We show our Saviour's dying love
Till he return, his saints to bless
With endless joys in worlds above.

493. H. M.

Watts, alt'd.

God our Preserver in a sickly Season. Ps. cxxi.
1 UPWARD we lift our eyes,

From God is all our aid;

The God who built the skies,
And earth's foundation laid:

God is the tower

His grace is nigh

To which we fly:

In every hour.

2 Our feet shall never slide,

Or fall in fatal snares,

Since God, our Guard and Guide,

Defends us from our fears.

Those wakeful eyes,

That never sleep,

Shall Israel keep,

When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take our health away,
If God be with us there.

Thou art our sun,
To guide our head

And thou our shade, By night or noon. 4 Hast thou not given thy word

We'll

To save our souls from death?
And we can trust thee, Lord!
To keep our mortal breath :
go and come,

Till from on high

Nor fear to die,

Thou call us home.

Watts.

494. L. M.

Safety through Life's Journey, implored.
1 WAYFARING pilgrims, bound for heaven,
And travelling through a dangerous road,
Lord! let thy grace to us be given,
And guide us to thy blessed abode.
2 May all who now assemble here,
And Jesus Lord and Master' call,
In those bright realms of bliss appear,
Where thou, great God! art all in all.

495. L. M.

A Communion Hymn.

Exeter Coll

1 We sing thy mercy, God of love!
That sent the Saviour from above
To free our race from sin and wo,
And spread thy peace and truth below.
2 We thank thee for the words he brought;
We thank thee that he lived, and taught
Frail and imperfect man, to be

In humble mode, resembling thee.

3 We thank thee for thy gracious care,
Which kept those sacred pages fair
Through every age, whose lines record
The deeds and precepts of our Lord.
4 We thank thee for this solemn rite,
By us repeated in thy sight:
O fill our souls with bread divine,
And nourish us with heavenly wine!

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1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 O how shall words, with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare,

That glows in my enraptured heart!
But thou canst read it there.

3 Thy providence my life sustained,
And all my wants redressed,
When in the silent womb I lay,
Or hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned To form themselves in prayer.

5 Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed,

Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed.

6 When, in the slippery paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths It gently cleared my way;

And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.