An evening Hymn. 1. AND now another day is gone, I'll sing my Maker's praise: My cóm'forts ev'ry hour make known 2. But how my childhood runs to waste! 3. I lay my body down to sleep; And through the hours of darkness keep 4. With cheerful heart I close my eyes, And in the morning let me rise SECTION XIII. The winter's day. 1. WHEN raging storms deform the air, And the wide landscape, bright and fair, 2. When biting frost rides on the wind, 3. When the poor trav❜ller treads the plain, All dubious of his way, And crawls with night increasing pain, 4. When poverty in vile attire, 6. Then let your bounteous hand extend Nor spurn the wretched, while they bend SECTION XIV. Compassion and forgiveness. 1. I HEAR the voice of wo; A brother mortal mourns : My eyes with tears, for tears o'erflow; My heart his sighs returns. 2. I hear the thirsty cry; The famish'd beg for bread: 3. And shall not wrath relent, Touch'd by that hŭm'ble strain, The ignorance of man. 1. BEHOLD yon new-born infant griev'd With hunger, thirst, and pain; That asks to have the wants reliev'd, It knows not to complain. 2. Aloud' the speechless suppliant cries, And utters, as it can, The woes that in its bo'şóm rise, 3. That infant, whose advăn'cing hour (Sad proof of sin's transmissive pow'r!) That infant, Lord, am I. 4. A childhood yet my thoughts confess, Though long in years mature; Unknowing whence I feel distress, And where, or what, its cure. 5. Author of good! to thee I turn: Alōne can all my wants diş-çern'; 6. O let thy fear within me dwell 7. And oh! by errour's force subdu'd, 8. Not to my wish, but to my want, SECTION XVI. The happy choice. 1. BESET with snares on ev'ry hand, SECTION XVII. The fall of the leaf. 1. SEE the leaves around' us falling, 2. "Sons of Ad'am, (once in E'den, 3. "Virgins, much, too much presuming 4. "Youths, though yet no losses grieve you, ❤lek'tshire. N 146 Introduction, &c [Part 2. 5. "Yearly in our course returning, Thus we preach this truth concĕr'ning, 6. "On the tree of life ēter'nal, Man, let all thy hopes be staid; Bears a leaf that shall not fade." SECTION XVIII. Trust in the goodness of God. 1. WHY, O my soul, why thus deprest, 2. When darkness and when sorrows rose, 3. Affliction is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave: Though o'er my head the billows roll, I know the Lord can save. 4. Pěrhǎps' before the morning dawns, For he who băde the tempest roar, 5. In the dark watches of the night, I'll praise him for ten thousand păst, 6. Then, O my soul, why thus deprest, 7. Here will I rest, and build my hopes, He's more than all the world to me, *gyide. |