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.
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!
3 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.
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.
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.
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.
"I have set God always before me."
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 erimson 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.
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;
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.
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.
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.
1 TO thee let my first off'rings rise,
Whose sun ereates the day,
Swift as his gladd`ning influence flies,
And spotless as his ray.
2 This day thy fav'ring 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 a cheerful heart,
And grateful homage pay.
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 ev'ry future day
Still wiser than the past,
And when I all my life survey,
May grace sustain at last.
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