SATURDAY MORNING.
LESSED are they who hear and know
The gospel's joyful sound;
Peace shall attend the paths they go,
And light their steps surround.
2 Such joy shall bear our spirits up
Through our Redeemer's name ;
His righteousness exalts our hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn,
3 The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives;
Israel, Thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.
SATURDAY EVENING.
RAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of ev'ry joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ.
2 For the blessings of the field;
For the stores the gardens yield;
For the vine's refreshing juice;
For the gen'rous olive's use.
3 All that spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that lib'ral autumn pours
From her rich, o'erflowing stores.
4 These to that one source we owe
Whence our sweetest comforts flow;
These, through all my happy days,
Claim my cheerful songs of praise.
5 Should the vine bud forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store,
Though the sick'ning flocks should fall,
And the herds desert the stall,
6 Still, if given by grace divine,
Saviour to regard Thee mine,
All my powers with one accord
Shall rejoice in Thee, my Lord.
SABBATH MORNING.
"JEWith that true word of Thine
ESUS, Lord, our hearts inspire
Kindle now that heavenly fire
To brighten and refine;
Purify our faith like gold,
All the dross of sin remove;
Melt our spirits down, and mould
Into thy perfect love.
SABBATH EVENING.
EOPLE of the living God!
I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort no where found:
Now to you my spirit turns,
Turns, a fugitive unblest;
Brethren where your altar burns,
O receive me into rest.
2 Lonely I no longer roam,
Like the cloud, the wind, the wave;
Where you dwell shall be my home,
Where you die shall be my grave:
Mine the God whom you adore,
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my heart no more,
Every idol I resign.
3 Tell me not of gain or loss,
Ease, enjoyment, pomp and power;
Welcome poverty and cross,
Shame, reproach, affliction's hour!
"Follow me!" I know Thy voice;
Jesus, Lord! Thy steps I see;
Now I take Thy yoke by choice,
Light Thy burthen now to me.
MONDAY MORNING.
YOME and let us join and bless Christ, the Lord our righteousness; Let our praise to Him be given, High at God's right hand in heaven. 2 Thee the angels ceaseless sing; Thee we praise, our priest and king ; Worthy is Thy name of praise, Full of glory, full of grace.
MONDAY EVENING.
HY Spirit, Lord, bestow
THX On our benighted heart;
And let us, by Thy favour, know
How great in grace Thou art.
2 We know that Thou art good,
For thou hast giv'n Thy Son;
He in the room of sinners stood,
And bore our guilt alone.
3 Thro' Him we come to Thee,
And homage due we pay;
His merits form our only plea,
When we for blessings pray.
4 O send us, for His sake,
Thy light and truth divine!
That day within our souls may break,
Do Thou within us shine.
5 Unto Thy holy hill,
O Lord! my footsteps guide;
And, when I in Thy temple dwell,
With me, My God! abide.
6 0, why am I distress'd?
Let songs my tongue employ:
The soul that trusts will here find rest,
The face will beam with joy.
TUESDAY MORNING.
NGELS, roll the rock away;
Death, Field up thy mighty prey;
See He rises from the tomb,
Rises with immortal bloom!
2 'Tis the Saviour! seraphs, raise
Your eternal songs of praise:
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Praise Him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Praise Him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.
TUESDAY EVENING.
10 watch the morning's dawn,
We'll get us to the hill:
And, till the shadows flee away,
We'll keep the watch-tower still.
2 For morning surely comes,
With everlasting light:
The day star is at hand,
To chase the dreary night.
3 Our journey has been long,
And dark our desert day;
The promis'd glory yet to come,—
Chief solace of our way,
4 And, though it lingers, yet
It cheers the failing eye
To mark, amid surrounding gloom,
The star of prophecy.
5 We'll trim our lamps the while;
And chant a midnight lay,
Till perfect light and gladness come
In glory's endless day.
WEDNESDAY MORNING.
1 N me Thy yoke, my Saviour, lay
and make my spirit meek
That I may love to tread Thy way,
Nor other pathway seek.
2 When I on Thee my burden rest,
Thy burden, Lord, be mine;
I of Thy love, joy, peace possest,
My sin and guilt all Thine.
WEDNESDAY EVENING.
ND am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
2 A land of deepest shade,
Unpierc'd by human thought!
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot!
3 Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me!
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be.
4 O Thou, that would'st not have
One wretched sinner die,
Who diedst Thyself the soul to save,
From endless misery!
5 Show me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe,
That when Thou comest on Thy throne,
I may with joy appear!
6 Thou art Thyself the Way,
Thyself in me reveal;
So shall I spend my life's short day
Obedient to Thy will.
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