WEDNESDAY MORNING
ORD thou hast been our dwelling-place
In generations all;
Before thou ever hadst brought forth
The mountains great or small.
2 Ere ever thou had'st form'd the earth,
And all the world abroad;
Even thou from everlasting art
To everlasting God.
3 Thou do'st unto te dust of death
Man that is mortal turn,
And unto them thou say'st, Again,
Ye sons of men return.
4 Because a thousand years appear
No more before thy sight
Than yesterday, when it is past
Or than a watch by night.
WEDNESDAY EVENING-SECOND PART.
S with an overflowing flood
Thou carry'st them away:
They like a sleep are, like the grass
That grows at morn are they.
2 At morn it flourishes and grows,
Cut down at ev'n doth fade.
For by thine anger we're consum'd
Thy wrath makes us afraid.
3 Our sins thou and iniquities
Dost in thy presence place,
And sett'st our secret faults before
The brightness of thy face.
4 For, in thine anger, all our days
Do pass on to an end;
And as a tale that hath been told
So we our years do spend.
THURSDAY MORNING-PART THIRD. 1HREESCORE and ten years do sum up Our days and years we see ;
Or if, by reason of more strength,
In some fourscore they be:
2 Yet doth the strength of such old men
But grief and labour prove;
For it is soon cut off, and we
Fly hence, and soon remove.
3 Who knows the power of thy wrath?
According to thy fear
So is thy wrath: Lord, teach thou us
Our end in mind to bear;
4 And so to count our days that we
Our hearts may still apply
To learn thy wisdom and thy truth,
That we may live thereby.
THURSDAY EVENING.
Y heart brings forth a goodly thing;
MY My words that I indite
Concern the King: my tongue's a pen
Of one that swift doth write.
2 Thou fairer art than sons of men:
Into thy lips is store
Of grace infus'd: God therefore thee
Hath blest for evermore.
3 0 thou that art the mighty One,
Thy sword gird on thy thigh;
Ev'n with thy glory excellent,
And with thy Majesty.
4 For meekness, truth, and righteousness,
In state ride prosp'rously:
And thy right hand shall thee instruct
In things that fearful be.
5 Thine arrows sharply pierce the heart
Of th' en'mies of the King;
And under thy subjection
The people down do bring.
FRIDAY MORNING.
NOR thou art gracious, O Lord,
And ready to forgive;
And rich in mercy, all that call
Upon thee to relieve.
2 Hear, Lord, my pray'r; unto the voice Of my request attend:
In troublous times I'll call on thee;
For thou wilt answer send.
3 All nations whom thou mad'st shall come And worship rev'rently
Before thy face; and they, O Lord,
Thy name shall glorify.
4 Because thou art exceeding great,
And works by thee are done
Which are to be admir'd, and thou
Art God thyself alone.
FRIDAY EVENING.
FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest!
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
5 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
SATURDAY MORNING.
OW let the righteous be glad :
Let them before God's sight
By very joyful; yea, let them
Rejoice with all their might.
2 To God'sing, to his name sing praise;
Extol him with your voice,
That rides on heav'n, by his name JAII,
Before his name rejoice.
3 Because the Lord a father is
Unto the fatherless;
God is the widow's judge, within
His place of holiness.
SATURDAY EVENING.
MY Ebenezer raise
To my kind Redeemer's praise;
With a grateful heart I own,
Hitherto thy help I've known.
2 What may be my future lot,
Well I know concerns me not;
This should set my heart at rest,
What thy will ordains is best.
3 I my all to thee resign; hd wa
Father let thy will be mine;cont
May but all thy dealings prove
Fruits of thy paternal love.
4 Guard me, Saviour, by thy pow'r,
Guard me in the trying hour;
Iet thy unremitting care
Save me from the lurking snare.
5 Let my few remaining days
Be directed to thy praise;
So the last, the closing scene,
Shall be tranquil and serene.
6 To thy will I leave the rest,
Grant me but this one request,
Both in life and death to prove
Tokens of thy special love.
SABBATH MORNING.
LL lands to God in joyful sounds
Aloft your voices raise,
Sing forth the honour of his name;
And glorious make his praise.
2 Say unto God, how terrible
In all thy works art thou?
Through thy great pow'r thy foes to thee
Shall be constrain'd to bow.
3 All on the earth shall worship thee,
They shall thy praise proclaim
In songs; they shall sing cheerfully
Unto thy holy name.
SABBATH EVENING.
1 AROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise, And run eternal rounds,
Beyond the limits of the skies
And all created bounds.
2 The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself out-brave,
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.
3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns
In heav'n's unmeasur'd space,
I'll spend a long eternity
In pleasure and in praise.
4 Millions of years my wond'ring eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove,
And endless ages I'll adore
The glories of thy love.
5 Thou, Jesus, every smile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring,
And thousand tastes of new delight
From all thy graces spring.
6 Haste, my beloved, fetch my soul
Up to thy bless'd abode,
Fly, for my spirit longs to see
My Saviour, and my God.
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