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A morning Hymn.
hour to rise,
Dóeş send him round the skies.*
His morning race begins,
But round the world he shines. 3. So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The bus’ness of the day :
March on my heav'nly way.
Nor let my soul complain,
Has all been spent in vain.
An evening Hymn 1. And now another day is gone,
I'll sing my Maker's praise :
His providence and grace.
My sins, how great their sum !
And strength for days to come. 3. I lay iny body down to sleep;
Let àngels guard my head,
Their watch around my bed.
Since God will not remove;
Rejoicing in his love.
The winter's day. 1. WHEN raging storms deform the air,
And clouds of snow descend;
No deepen'd colours blend;
Bleak from the north and east,
Prepar'd to laugh and feast; 3. When the poor travöller treads the plain,
All dubious of his way,
And dreads the parting day ; 4. When poverty in vile attire,
Shrinks from the bīting blást,
And fears it will not lăst;
Still closer to her breast;
Scārce feels that it is prest;
Its blessings to the poor;
Compassion and forgiveness. 1. I HEAR the voice of wo;
A brother mortal mourns :
My heart his sighs returns. 2. I hear the thirsty cry;
The famish'd beg for bread:
My hand its bounty shed.3. And shall not wrăth relent,
Touch'd by that hům'ble strain,
Nor will offer i ågain' !"
4. How else, on sprightly wing,
Can hope bear high my pray'r,
To plead for pardon there?
The ignorance of man. 1. BEHOLD yon new-born infant griev'd
With hunger, thirst, and pain;
It knows not to complain.
And utters, as it can,
And speak its nature-man.
Life's various sorrows try, (Sad proof of sin's transmissive pow'r !)
That infant, Lord, am I.
Though long in years mature ;
And where, or what, its cure. 5. Author of good! to thee I turn:
Thy ever-wakeful eye
Thy hand alone supply.
Thy love my footsteps guide:
That fear, all fears beside.
Since oft my stubborn will
And grăsps the specious ill;
Do thou thy gifts apply:
What ill, though ask'd, deny,
The happy choice. 1. BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
lu life's úncěr’tain path I stand:
To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 2. Engage this frail, and wav'ring heart,
Wisely to choose the better part;
For joys that never fade away.
Let tempests mingle earth and skies :
But all my tréaş'ures with me bear. 4. If thou, my Father! still art nigh,
Chēēr'fal I live, and peaceful die:
The fall of the leaf. 1. See the leaves áround' us falling,
Dry and wither'd to the ground;
In a sad and solemn sound:
When, like us, he blighted fell,)
'Tis, ălăs! the truth we tell.
your boasted white and red; View us late in beauty blooming,
Number'd now among the dead. 4. “ Youths, though yet no losses grieve you,
Gay in health and many a grace ;
5. “ Yearly in our course returning,
Messengers of shortest stay;
Heav'n and earth shall păss away.
Man, let all thy hopes be staid;
Bears a leaf that shall not fade."
Trust in the goodness of God.
And whence this anxious fear?
And check the rising tear.
And press'd on every side,
And was not God thy guide ?*
Where wave resounds to wave :
I know the Lord can saye.
He'll reinstate my peace ;
Can bid the tempest cease.
I'll count his měr'cies f’er:
And hům'bly sue for more.
And whence this anxicus fear?
And check the rising tear.
Nor murmur at his rod;