Songs of Praise and Thanksgiving.

Songs of Praise and Thanksgiving.IN GRATEFUL SONGS.In grateful songs your voices raise,All people here below,To Him whom angels ever praise,In heav'n His glory show.With gladsome songs now fill the airTo God our chiefest Joy,Who worketh wonders ev'rywhere,Whose hands great things employ;Who from the womb to latest yearsUpholds the life He gave;Who when no help from man appearsHimself appears to save;Who though our way His heart oft grieves,Maintains a gracious mood,Remits the pains, the sin forgives,And doth us nought but good.Oh, may He give a joyous heart,The mind from sorrow keep,And cast all care, fear, grief, and smartInto the ocean deep.And may His blessing ever restOn Israel's favour'd head;May all we do by Him be bless'd,May His salvation spread.May love and goodness toward us flow,In bounteous streams each day,And every anxious care we know,Be chas'd by Him away.As long as beats each throbbing heart,Our Saviour may He be,Our portion when from earth we part,To all eternity.When sinks the heart, when strength decays,By Him our eyes be press'd,Then may we see His open face,In everlasting rest.SHALL I NOT MY GOD BE PRAISING?Shall I not my God be praising,And in Him not joyful be?For in all His works amazing,See I not His care for me?Is it not pure love that filleth,And His faithful heart o'erflows,When He ever cares for those,Who do only what He willeth?All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.As its brood the eagle over,Ever more its wings doth spread.So the Highest aye doth coverWith His arms of pow'r my head.In the womb e'en of my mother,When to me He being gave,E'en the life that now I have,Was He then my shield and cover.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.Not too great a gift He evenDeem'd His only Son to be;Him to death hath freely given,Me from fear of hell to free.Oh! Thou spring of boundless blessing,How could e'er my feeble mindOf Thy depth the bottom find,Though my efforts were unceasing?All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.And the Holy Ghost to guide me,Noble Leader! He hath giv'n,That He through the world may lead me,Onward to the gate of heav'n.That my heart He may be fillingWith th' unclouded light of faith,That can break the pow'r of death,And hell's rage hath pow'r of stilling.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.For my soul's well-being everFull provision doth He make,And in ev'ry need deliver,For the body care doth take.When my pow'r, my best endeavourCometh to extremity,Then my God appears to me,With His might comes to deliver.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.All the things in earth and heaven,E'en where'er I turn my eye,For my benefit are given,That they may my need supply.All that's living, all that's growing,On the hills or in the woods,In the vales or 'neath the floods,God is for my good bestowing.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.When I sleep, His eye is waking,When I wake, He strength'neth me,Each new morn fresh courage taking,I new love and goodness see.Had my God existed never,Had His face not guided me,From such ills so frequently,None could have deliver'd ever.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.'Gainst me many is the weapon,Forg'd by Satan's enmity,But no real hurt can happen,None hath yet befallen me.God's own angel whom He sendeth,Wardeth off each deadly blowAim'd by the untiring foe,Who our ruin thus intendeth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.As a father ne'er withdrawethFrom his child his love away,Though he often evil doeth,And from wisdom's paths doth stray.So God's heart towards me moveth,All my sins forgiveth He,Not in vengeance smiteth me,As a Father He reproveth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.Ev'ry blow His hand inflicteth,Though the heart with pain it rend,When my heart aright reflecteth,Is a token that my FriendThinks on me, and tow'rds me yearneth,Me from this ill world would free,That has so entangled me,By the cross to Him me turneth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.This I know full well, and neverLet it from my mind depart,Christ's cross hath its limit ever,And at length must cease to smart.When the winter snows are overLovely summer will appear,Who can hope, from ev'ry fear,And from pain, shall they recover.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.In God's love there is no ending,Ne'er a limit find I there,So my hands to Thee extending,As Thy child, I raise my pray'r.Father! deign Thy grace to give me,That I may with all my mightThee embrace both day and night,All my life may never leave thee,And when life is o'er with me,Love and praise eternally.PROTECTION OF GOD IN HITHERTO DANGEROUS TIMES OF WAR.How heavy is the burden madeThat Thou upon our backs hast laid,O God! the Lord of Hosts,O God, whose anger rises high'Gainst workers of iniquity.The burden is the cruel tideOf war, that earth with blood has dyed,And fill'd with bitter tears.It is a fire that rages high'Neath suns of almost every sky.The burden's great and hard to bear,But Thy strong arm and Father's careAre not to us unknown.Thou punishest, but 'mid the woeThou love and friendliness dost show.But true to Thee must we abide,For ne'er from us dost Thou quite hideThy saving health and light.How many hast Thou given o'er,We've oft been shielded by Thy pow'r.In many a sad and weary hour,When gath'ring clouds did o'er us low'rAbove our anxious heads,Thou still'd'st the storm, whose mighty handUpholdeth sky and sea and land.How often, Lord, by day and night,Our enemies with craft and mightHave threaten'd us, Thy flock!But, faithful Shepherd! Thou wast near,Repell'dst the wolf and still'dst our fear.Our brethren are compell'd to roam,Are driven forth from house and home,While we, Lord, still enjoyEach one his seat beneath the shadeBy his own vine and fig-tree made.Behold! my heart, on every handThe towns and fields of many a landAre doom'd to ruin sure,The homes of men are overthrown,The houses of our God cast down.But rest and order still remainWith us, and we can still maintainThe worship of our God.God's mind from out His holy word'Mongst us is daily taught and heard.Whoever this doth not perceive,But to the winds such thoughts doth give,Who in such blessèd lightNo grace, no love, no goodness find,How dark, thrice darken'd is their mind!O gracious God! preserve us freeFor aye from such stupidity;Lord, give us gratitude,That songs of praise in sweetest toneWe may present before Thy throne.To nought we've done, or e'er can do,To Thee—to Thee alone is dueThe praise, O fount of love!We've earned destruction from Thy face,Thou deal'st with us in love and grace.Oh! may we meditate Thy grace,Till heart shall burn and tongue shall praise,And give angelic zeal,That every throbbing pulse may beA note of praise, O Lord! to Thee.But let the tide of woe recede,Restore to us our joy, we plead,May peace to us return.How many in this vale of tearsHave never witness'd peaceful years!Are we unworthy? then with TheeWe plead for helpless infancy,Who wrong have never done.Shall cradled infants feel the stroke,Shall they endure the heavy yoke?Have pity, Lord! oh, tender heart!What heavy sighs, what bitter smart,From our sad hearts are wrung!No stone, our Saviour God art Thou,How canst Thou so afflict us now?How grievous are our wounds and sore,They stink and fester more and more,But Thou canst heal them all.Pour in the oil of grace, that wholeCan make the body and the soul.This wilt Thou do, we certainlyBelieve, although we nowhere seeThe means in all the world.But Thou in our extremityDost find Thine opportunity.THANKSGIVING FOR THE DECLARATION OF PEACE.Praise God! for forth hath soundedThe noble word of joy and peace,There's rest where strife abounded,The sword and spear their murders cease.Up! up! again, and bring yeNow forth the sounding lyre,O Germany! and sing yeIn full and noble choir,Your hearts and minds now raise yeAnd thank the Lord, and say,“Thy grace and goodness praise weFor they endure for aye!”'Twere just if God were drivingUs in dire wrath from 'fore His face,For with us still are thrivingThe thorns of sin that grow apace.In deed and truth we feel it—His rod of chastisement!But say whoe'er can tell it—Who are they who repent?We're only evil ever,God's true continually,He helpeth to deliverFrom war and misery.With grateful hearts o'erflowingWe greet thee, noble gift of peace!Where'er thou dwell'st, now knowingHow richly thou dost ever bless.God to thy keeping givethOur good and happiness,Who woundeth thee and grieveth,In his own heart doth pressGrief's arrow, and in madnessHe quencheth in the landThe golden light of gladnessWith suicidal hand.What could this lesson everGrave on our hearts so solemnly,As forts laid low for ever,And towns that now in ruins lie:As fair and fertile meadowsThat wav'd with golden grain,Now wrapt in forest shadowsAnd run to waste again.As graves full of the buried,Who fell in the dread hourOf battle in ranks serried,Whose like we'll see no more.O man! be now afflicted,And let thy tears in torrents flow,With countenance dejectedTo ponder to thy closet go;What heretofore hath givenThy God, didst thou deride,Thy Father who's in HeavenNow turn'd hath to thy side.From fury and from pressingHe turneth for thy good,As if by love and blessingConstrain thy heart He would.Awake thee! now awake thee!Thou hard, cold world awaken'd be;Ere doom's dread hour o'ertake thee,By thee unlook'd for, suddenly.Ye for the Saviour living!Unshaken be your mood,The peace He now is givingCan only bring us good.This lesson He is giving,The end of all is nigh,Thou shalt with Him be livingIn peace eternally.O LORD! I SING WITH MOUTH AND HEART.O Lord! I sing with mouth and heart,Joy of my soul! to TheeTo earth Thy knowledge I impart,As it is known to me.Thou art the Fount of grace, I know,And Spring aye fall and free,Whence saving health and goodness flowEach day so bounteously.What have we here or what are we,Of good what can earth give,That we do not alone from Thee,Our Father, aye receive?The tent-like firmament who builds,Who spreads th' expanse of blue,Who sends to fertilize our fieldsRefreshing rain and dew?Who warmeth us in cold and frost,Who shields us from the wind,Who orders it that wine and mustWe in their season find?Who is it life and health bestows,Who keeps us with His handIn golden peace, wards off war's woes,From our dear native land?The work is Thine, my God! my Lord!And Thine must ever be;Before our door Thou keepest guard,In rest we're kept by Thee.Thou feedest us from year to year,And constant dost abide;When danger fills our hearts with fear,With help art at our side.With patience dost Thou ever chide,Nor long Thine anger keep,But castest all our sins asideInto the ocean deep.Whene'er our burden'd hearts we raiseTo Thee, Thou'rt soon appeas'd;The help Thou send'st shows forth Thy praise,And our sad hearts are eas'd.Thou mark'st how oft Thy people weepAnd what their sorrows are,Their tears dost in Thy bottle keep,However small they are.Our deepest needs dost Thou supply,Thou giv'st what lasts for aye,Thou lead'st us to our home on high,When hence we pass away.Awake! my heart, awake and sing,And joyous be thy mood,Thy God who maketh everythingIs, and abides thy good—Thy treasure and inheritance!Thy glory and delight!Thy saving health and sure defence!He keeps and guides thee right.Why do thy cares both night and dayGrieve thee so bitterly?Upon thy God thy burden lay,Who gave thy life to thee.Hath He not all the weary wayFrom youth till now thee led,Oft chas'd misfortune's clouds awayThat gather'd o'er thy head?In all His rule no oversightCan happen, no mistakes;Whate'er He does or leaves is right,A happy issue takes.Let Him work who doth all things well,Nor with Him interfere,And so thou shalt in glory dwell,And peace enjoy while here.TO GOD ALONE BE GLORY.How can it be, my highest Light!That as before Thy face so brightAll things must pale and vanish,That my poor feeble flesh and bloodCan summon a courageous moodTo meet Thee, and fear banish?But dust and ashes what am I?My body what but grass so dry?What good the life I'm living?What can I with my utmost pow'r?What have I, Lord! from hour to hourBut what Thyself art giving?I am a poor and feeble worm,A straw, the lightest passing stormCould drive away before it.When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay,Dost on me e'er so lightly lay,I know not how t' endure it.Lord! I am nought, but Thou art HeWho art all—all belongs to Thee,And live and move I everIn Thee—if Thou me terrifi'st,No store of grace to help suppli'stI can recover never.I am unjust, but true Thy heart,I evil am—Thou holy art,This thought should shame be giving,That I in such an evil stand,Should from Thy mild paternal hand,The least good be receiving.Nought else but ill from infancyUp e'en till now I've done to Thee,In sin was I begotten;And didst Thou not in faithfulnessMy sin remit, and me release,Lost were I and forgotten.Let boasting then be far from me,What is Thy due I render Thee,To Thee alone be glory!O Christ! may while I live belowMy spirit, and what thence may flow,With reverence adore Thee.And if aught hath been done by meThat is well done, it came from Thee,My pow'r could do it never.Thee thanks and honour, Lord! I bring,All my life long Thy praise I'll sing,And tell Thy glory ever.SONG OF THANKSGIVING AFTER GREAT SORROW AND AFFLICTION.After clouds we see the sun,Joy we feel when grief is gone,After bitter pain and soreCometh consolation's hour.Then my soul that sank before,Even down to hell's dark door,To the heav'nly choir doth soar.He 'fore whom the world shall flee,In my spirit comforts me,With His high and mighty hand,Tears me from the hellish band.With the love to me He shows,Swells my heart and overflows,And my blood with rapture glows.Did I e'er 'neath sorrow bend?Did my heart grief ever rend?Have I e'er been vexèd sore?Satan e'er fool'd me before?Aye—but henceforth am I free,Faithfully thou shieldest me,My salvation comes from Thee!What thou mean'st, my bitter foe!By thy deeds tow'rds me I know;Truly thou with all thy pow'rSeek'st me ever to devour.Had I too much trusted thee,Then had'st thou, ere I could see,In thy snares entangled me.All the guile I know full wellThat in thy bad heart doth dwell;Thou my God malign'st to me,Turn'st His praise to obloquy;Speaketh out His loving heart,Keeps He silence on His part,All He doth dost thou pervert.If I hope and look for good,If I'm in a joyous mood,From my mind thou driv'st awayEvery good thought—and dost say:“God doth far from thee abide,Riseth high misfortune's tideRound thee now on every side.”Hence depart! thou lying mouth,Here is God's own ground in truth,For the face of God is here,And the beauteous light and clearOf His favour, here doth rise,All His word and counsel wise,Op'd are now before mine eyes.God lets none in sadness stay,He with shame drives none away,Who themselves up to Him give,With the whole heart to Him cleave,Who their cares on Him aye cast,And hope in Him—joy at last,For the soul and body taste.Though it comes not as we will,Just to-day—yet be thou still,For perchance to-morrow mayBe the bright and joyous day.God's time comes with measur'd step,When it comes His word He'll keepAnd joy's harvest we shall reap.Ah! how often did I think,As my feet began to sink'Neath the heavy load of care,In the mire of blank despair,Now there is no hope for me,Rest for me there cannot beTill I enter death's dark sea.But my God put forth His pow'rTo avert and to restore,That I ne'er enough can tellWhat His arm hath done so well;When no path I could descry,When no help to guide was nigh,Help God sent me from on high.When I timid and perplex'dOften have my spirit vex'd,Sleepless toss'd thro' all the night,Sick at heart when dawn'd the light,When heart fail'd me utterly,Hast Thou then appear'd to me,Turning my captivity.Now as long as here I roam,Have on earth a house and home,'Fore mine eyes continuallyShall this thing of wonder be.All my life long shall I bringOfferings of thanks, and singSongs of praise to God my King.Every grief and every smart,By th'eternal Father's heartEver yet appointed me,Or that may hereafter beChosen for me, all my daysFrom His gracious hand always,I'll receive with joy and praise.I will tread woe's bitter path,I will onward go to death,I into the grave will go,Still my heart with joy shall glow.Whom the Highest will raise high,Whom th' Almighty standeth nigh,Ne'er can perish utterly.THE 23RD PSALM OF DAVID.The Lord, the earth who ruleth,And with His hand controlleth,Whose goodness never endeth,He watcheth me and tendeth.As long as He is near meWith every gift He'll cheer me,Of fulness overflowingThe riches aye bestowing.By pastures green He leads me,With gladness there He feeds me,From purest springs revives me,In need He counsel gives me.And when the soul is fearfulThrough grievous thoughts and careful,He comfort giveth everAnd knows how to deliver.My steps aright He leadeth,And what to do me guideth,And for His name's sake gloriousO'er fear makes me victorious.Though often left to ponder,While in dark vales I wander,No evil fear I ever,Distress o'ertakes me never.Thou standest still beside me,From wicked men dost hide me,Thy rod and staff protect me,And no fear can deject me.My table Thou preparest,For my refreshment carest,When foes are plotting round me,And seek to pain and wound me.My head with oil anointest,My empty soul appointestOf every good and pleasureA full o'erflowing measure.The goodness Thou bestowest,The mercy that Thou showest,Till life itself forsake me,Shall glad and joyful make me.Thy service will I neverForsake, but praise Thee ever,In Thy house where Thou livest,Reward to goodness givest.As long as life is givenOn earth here, and in heavenWhere I shall stand before Thee,I'll evermore adore Thee!Morning and Evening Songs.MORNING BLESSING.The golden morning,Joy her adorning,With splendour near usDraweth, to cheer usWith her heart-refreshing and lovely light.My head and membersLay wrapt all in slumbers,But now awaking,And sleep from me shaking,Heaven's bless'd sunshine doth gladden my sight.Mine eye beholdethWhat God upholdeth,Made for His glory,To tell the storyTo us of His power and might so great,And where the FatherThe faithful shall gatherIn peace, wheneverEarth's lies they shall severAnd leave this mortal and perishing state.Come ye with singing,To God be bringingGoods and each blessing—All we're possessing—All be to God as an offering brought.Hearts with love glowing,With praises o'erflowing,Thanksgiving voices,In these God rejoices,All other off'rings without them are nought.To morn and evenHis thoughts are given,Increase He giveth,Sorrow relieveth,These are the works that He doeth alone.When we are sleepingWatch is He aye keeping,When we're awakingCare still of us taking,He makes the light of His grace to shine down.My thoughts I've raisèdTo Thee who'rt praisèdFor aye in Heaven!Success be given,May all my endeavours unhinder'd be!From ev'ry evilAnd work of the devil,All malice ever,Oh do Thou deliver!In all Thy precepts establish Thou me!May't pleasure give me,May no pain grieve meTo see flow overThe cup my brotherOr neighbour hath, with Thy blessings so free.Covetous burningAnd unchristian yearningFor ill possessions,Blot out such transgressions,Cast them, O Father! all into the sea!The life we're livingWhat is it giving?Ere any thinkethTo ground it sinketh,Soon as the breath of the grave on it blow.All things togetherDread ruin must shiver,The earth and heavenThey must perish even,Wrapt in the flames that shall ardently glow!All—all decayeth,But God still stayeth,His thoughts they waverA moment never,His word and will both eternally 'dure.His grace and favourUninjur'd are ever,Deadly wounds healing,The heart with peace filling,Health here and yonder to us they ensure.My God for everDo Thou deliver!Shield me, and coverMy debts all over,In grace, Thine eyes from my sins turn away.Govern and guide me,Be ever beside me,As it is pleasingTo Thee! am I placingAll in Thy hand and disposal for aye.Wilt Thou give everTo me whateverMy life is needing?May I be heedingEver the faithful word spoken by Thee.God is the highest,The greatest, the nighest,Gracious is ever,Is changeable never,Of all our treasures the noblest is He.Wilt Thou then grieve me,Gall to drink give me?Must I be passingThrough cares harassing?Do then as seemeth it good unto Thee.Whate'er supporteth,Is useful or hurteth,Thou knowest ever,And chastenest neverToo much, in case we o'erburden'd should be.Trial God sendeth,Speedily endethThe storms of ocean,The wind's commotionLightens the sunshine so gladsome and bright.Fulness of pleasure,And glorious leisure,Will then be givenTo me in yon HeavenWhither my thoughts aye to turn take delight.AWAKE, MY HEART!Awake, my heart! be singing,Praise to thy Maker bringing,Of every good the Giver,Who men protecteth ever.As shades of night spread overEarth as a pall did cover,Then Satan sought to have me,But God was near to save me.When Satan would devour me,Thou, Father! spreadest o'er meThy wing, Thou me embraced'st,All fear away Thou chased'st.Thou said'st “Lie still, I'm near thee;In spite of him who'd tear thee,Sleep, child! let nought affright thee,The sunlight shall delight thee.”Thou truly, Lord! hast told it,The light—mine eyes behold it,From dangers hast releas'd me,Thou hast renew'd and bless'd me.Thou sacrifice would'st ever,My gifts I bring Thee hither,The offerings I'm bringingMy pray'rs are and my singing.Such Thou disdainest never,The heart Thou can'st search ever,Thou know'st none can deceive TheeNo better can I give Thee.Thou wilt, O Lord! be endingThy work in me, and sendingWho in his hands will take me,To-day his care will make me.May I in all I'm doingWise courses be pursuing,Beginning, middle, ending,May all to bliss be tending.Thy blessings richly give me,My heart would now receive Thee,Thy word as food be givenTo me till I reach Heaven.PRAISE YE JEHOVAH!Praise ye Jehovah,All ye men who fear Him!Let us with gladness to His name be singing,Be thanks and praises to His altar bringing.Praise ye Jehovah!The life we're livingWho is ever giving;Care all the night who like a father taketh,And who with gladness us from sleep awaketh.Praise ye Jehovah!That we enjoy them,And can still employ them,Our mind and senses and our every member,Thanks do we owe for this let us remember.Praise ye Jehovah!By flames o'erpowering,Us and ours devouring,From house and homestead that we've not been drivenWe owe it to the care of God in Heaven.Praise ye Jehovah!That no thief, breakingThrough our doors and takingOur property, and us assaulting hurt us,Is that He sent His angels to support us.Praise ye Jehovah!Oh, faithful Saviour!Fount of every favour!Ah! let Thy kindness and protection hover,By day and night our life at all times over.Praise ye Jehovah!Deign, Lord, to hear us,And to-day be near us!Supported by Thy grace, may nought e'er hinderOur progress; and, in need, help speedy render.Praise ye Jehovah!Our will subduing,Make us Thine be doing,Teach us to labour faithfully; wheneverBeneath the load we're sinking, then deliver.Praise ye Jehovah!Do Thou direct usWhen Thou dost afflict us,That we may never mock; but be preparingBefore Thy throne hereafter for appearing.Praise ye Jehovah!And all true-heartedWho're by grace convertedWilt Thou, Lord, come for, and by grace be bringingWhere all Thine angels evermore are singing,Praise ye Jehovah!EVENING BLESSING.The daylight disappeareth,It fleeth, and night neareth,Its gloom is spreading o'er us,With slumber to o'erpower usAnd all the wearied earth.The working day now endeth,My heart to Thee ascendeth,For toil and rest who'st givenThe morning and the even,—In praise my heart bursts forth.Break forth, my heart, in singing,Praise to thy Maker bringing,Who soul and body giveth,More good than heart conceiveth,Or tongue can ever tell;No moment passeth overThat doth not much discoverOf goodness overflowing,He's aye on us bestowing,Each hour doth show it well.Just as the shepherd's treasure,The sheep in boundless pleasureO'er greenest pastures wander,Their guardian's guidance under,With free and fearless mind,Themselves with flowers filling,Their thirst at fresh springs stilling,So me to-day hath guided,With every good provided,My Shepherd, good and kind.God hath not me forsaken,Though I sin's course have taken,Not fearing e'er to leave Him,By waywardness to grieve Him,And wound His Father-heart.Let, Father, Thy zeal neverBurn 'gainst me, nor me severFrom Thee and from Thy blessing;My doing and transgressingAwake regret and smart.Oh! hear me, Father, praying,My waywardness and strayingFrom Thee, my evil doing,Into the ocean throwing,Forgive eternally.But may Thine angels hoverRound me, and be my cover,All evil from me keeping;With Thee will I be sleeping,I'll rise again with Thee.Now may mine eyelids closingBe peacefully reposing,All free from care and sorrow,Till on the golden morrowI joyfully awake.Thy wings shall shield me ever,The enemy shall neverThy flock and me endanger,Whom day and night in angerHis prey he seeks to make.When silent or when talking,When sitting or when walking,To Thee I'm wholly given,Thou art my life from heaven,This word is true and sore.In every undertaking,In sleeping hours and waking,My fortress art Thou ever,Thine arm doth aye deliver,My bliss doth aye endure.NOW SPREAD ARE EVENING'S SHADOWS.Now spread are evening's shadows,O'er forests, towns, and meadows,And sleepeth ev'ry eye;Awake my pow'rs and sing ye,And pray'r and praises bring ye,That your Creator please on high!O Sun! where art thou vanish'd?The night thy light hath banish'd,The night of day the foe;Go then, for now appearethAnother Sun and cheerethMy heart—'tis Jesus Christ, my joy!We've seen the day's declining,The golden stars are shiningIn yonder dark-blue sky.There shall I be for everWhen God doth me deliver,From this low vale of misery.To rest the body hasteth,Itself of clothes divesteth,Type of mortality!I'll put it off, and o'er meChrist will the robe of gloryThrow, and of immortality!Head, hands, and feet so tirèdAre glad the day's expirèd,That work comes to an end;My heart be fill'd with gladnessThat God from all earth's sadness,And from sin's toil relief will send.Lie down, my members tirèdUpon your couch desirèd,Lie down my wearied head!A day and hour is nearingThey'll be for you preparingBeneath the sod, a quiet bed.Mine eyes scarce ope are keeping,A moment—I'll be sleeping,Where's body then and soul?In grace Thy care then make me,May evil ne'er o'ertake me,Thou Shepherd Lord of Israel!O Jesus, be my cover!And spread both Thy wings overThy child, and shield Thou me!Though Satan would devour me,Let angels ever o'er meSing, “This child shall uninjur'd be!”And you, my well belovèd!Shall by no ill be movèd,No danger shall betide.God peaceful slumbers send you,With golden arms defend you,Send guardian angels to your side!

Songs of Praise and Thanksgiving.IN GRATEFUL SONGS.In grateful songs your voices raise,All people here below,To Him whom angels ever praise,In heav'n His glory show.With gladsome songs now fill the airTo God our chiefest Joy,Who worketh wonders ev'rywhere,Whose hands great things employ;Who from the womb to latest yearsUpholds the life He gave;Who when no help from man appearsHimself appears to save;Who though our way His heart oft grieves,Maintains a gracious mood,Remits the pains, the sin forgives,And doth us nought but good.Oh, may He give a joyous heart,The mind from sorrow keep,And cast all care, fear, grief, and smartInto the ocean deep.And may His blessing ever restOn Israel's favour'd head;May all we do by Him be bless'd,May His salvation spread.May love and goodness toward us flow,In bounteous streams each day,And every anxious care we know,Be chas'd by Him away.As long as beats each throbbing heart,Our Saviour may He be,Our portion when from earth we part,To all eternity.When sinks the heart, when strength decays,By Him our eyes be press'd,Then may we see His open face,In everlasting rest.SHALL I NOT MY GOD BE PRAISING?Shall I not my God be praising,And in Him not joyful be?For in all His works amazing,See I not His care for me?Is it not pure love that filleth,And His faithful heart o'erflows,When He ever cares for those,Who do only what He willeth?All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.As its brood the eagle over,Ever more its wings doth spread.So the Highest aye doth coverWith His arms of pow'r my head.In the womb e'en of my mother,When to me He being gave,E'en the life that now I have,Was He then my shield and cover.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.Not too great a gift He evenDeem'd His only Son to be;Him to death hath freely given,Me from fear of hell to free.Oh! Thou spring of boundless blessing,How could e'er my feeble mindOf Thy depth the bottom find,Though my efforts were unceasing?All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.And the Holy Ghost to guide me,Noble Leader! He hath giv'n,That He through the world may lead me,Onward to the gate of heav'n.That my heart He may be fillingWith th' unclouded light of faith,That can break the pow'r of death,And hell's rage hath pow'r of stilling.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.For my soul's well-being everFull provision doth He make,And in ev'ry need deliver,For the body care doth take.When my pow'r, my best endeavourCometh to extremity,Then my God appears to me,With His might comes to deliver.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.All the things in earth and heaven,E'en where'er I turn my eye,For my benefit are given,That they may my need supply.All that's living, all that's growing,On the hills or in the woods,In the vales or 'neath the floods,God is for my good bestowing.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.When I sleep, His eye is waking,When I wake, He strength'neth me,Each new morn fresh courage taking,I new love and goodness see.Had my God existed never,Had His face not guided me,From such ills so frequently,None could have deliver'd ever.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.'Gainst me many is the weapon,Forg'd by Satan's enmity,But no real hurt can happen,None hath yet befallen me.God's own angel whom He sendeth,Wardeth off each deadly blowAim'd by the untiring foe,Who our ruin thus intendeth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.As a father ne'er withdrawethFrom his child his love away,Though he often evil doeth,And from wisdom's paths doth stray.So God's heart towards me moveth,All my sins forgiveth He,Not in vengeance smiteth me,As a Father He reproveth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.Ev'ry blow His hand inflicteth,Though the heart with pain it rend,When my heart aright reflecteth,Is a token that my FriendThinks on me, and tow'rds me yearneth,Me from this ill world would free,That has so entangled me,By the cross to Him me turneth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.This I know full well, and neverLet it from my mind depart,Christ's cross hath its limit ever,And at length must cease to smart.When the winter snows are overLovely summer will appear,Who can hope, from ev'ry fear,And from pain, shall they recover.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.In God's love there is no ending,Ne'er a limit find I there,So my hands to Thee extending,As Thy child, I raise my pray'r.Father! deign Thy grace to give me,That I may with all my mightThee embrace both day and night,All my life may never leave thee,And when life is o'er with me,Love and praise eternally.PROTECTION OF GOD IN HITHERTO DANGEROUS TIMES OF WAR.How heavy is the burden madeThat Thou upon our backs hast laid,O God! the Lord of Hosts,O God, whose anger rises high'Gainst workers of iniquity.The burden is the cruel tideOf war, that earth with blood has dyed,And fill'd with bitter tears.It is a fire that rages high'Neath suns of almost every sky.The burden's great and hard to bear,But Thy strong arm and Father's careAre not to us unknown.Thou punishest, but 'mid the woeThou love and friendliness dost show.But true to Thee must we abide,For ne'er from us dost Thou quite hideThy saving health and light.How many hast Thou given o'er,We've oft been shielded by Thy pow'r.In many a sad and weary hour,When gath'ring clouds did o'er us low'rAbove our anxious heads,Thou still'd'st the storm, whose mighty handUpholdeth sky and sea and land.How often, Lord, by day and night,Our enemies with craft and mightHave threaten'd us, Thy flock!But, faithful Shepherd! Thou wast near,Repell'dst the wolf and still'dst our fear.Our brethren are compell'd to roam,Are driven forth from house and home,While we, Lord, still enjoyEach one his seat beneath the shadeBy his own vine and fig-tree made.Behold! my heart, on every handThe towns and fields of many a landAre doom'd to ruin sure,The homes of men are overthrown,The houses of our God cast down.But rest and order still remainWith us, and we can still maintainThe worship of our God.God's mind from out His holy word'Mongst us is daily taught and heard.Whoever this doth not perceive,But to the winds such thoughts doth give,Who in such blessèd lightNo grace, no love, no goodness find,How dark, thrice darken'd is their mind!O gracious God! preserve us freeFor aye from such stupidity;Lord, give us gratitude,That songs of praise in sweetest toneWe may present before Thy throne.To nought we've done, or e'er can do,To Thee—to Thee alone is dueThe praise, O fount of love!We've earned destruction from Thy face,Thou deal'st with us in love and grace.Oh! may we meditate Thy grace,Till heart shall burn and tongue shall praise,And give angelic zeal,That every throbbing pulse may beA note of praise, O Lord! to Thee.But let the tide of woe recede,Restore to us our joy, we plead,May peace to us return.How many in this vale of tearsHave never witness'd peaceful years!Are we unworthy? then with TheeWe plead for helpless infancy,Who wrong have never done.Shall cradled infants feel the stroke,Shall they endure the heavy yoke?Have pity, Lord! oh, tender heart!What heavy sighs, what bitter smart,From our sad hearts are wrung!No stone, our Saviour God art Thou,How canst Thou so afflict us now?How grievous are our wounds and sore,They stink and fester more and more,But Thou canst heal them all.Pour in the oil of grace, that wholeCan make the body and the soul.This wilt Thou do, we certainlyBelieve, although we nowhere seeThe means in all the world.But Thou in our extremityDost find Thine opportunity.THANKSGIVING FOR THE DECLARATION OF PEACE.Praise God! for forth hath soundedThe noble word of joy and peace,There's rest where strife abounded,The sword and spear their murders cease.Up! up! again, and bring yeNow forth the sounding lyre,O Germany! and sing yeIn full and noble choir,Your hearts and minds now raise yeAnd thank the Lord, and say,“Thy grace and goodness praise weFor they endure for aye!”'Twere just if God were drivingUs in dire wrath from 'fore His face,For with us still are thrivingThe thorns of sin that grow apace.In deed and truth we feel it—His rod of chastisement!But say whoe'er can tell it—Who are they who repent?We're only evil ever,God's true continually,He helpeth to deliverFrom war and misery.With grateful hearts o'erflowingWe greet thee, noble gift of peace!Where'er thou dwell'st, now knowingHow richly thou dost ever bless.God to thy keeping givethOur good and happiness,Who woundeth thee and grieveth,In his own heart doth pressGrief's arrow, and in madnessHe quencheth in the landThe golden light of gladnessWith suicidal hand.What could this lesson everGrave on our hearts so solemnly,As forts laid low for ever,And towns that now in ruins lie:As fair and fertile meadowsThat wav'd with golden grain,Now wrapt in forest shadowsAnd run to waste again.As graves full of the buried,Who fell in the dread hourOf battle in ranks serried,Whose like we'll see no more.O man! be now afflicted,And let thy tears in torrents flow,With countenance dejectedTo ponder to thy closet go;What heretofore hath givenThy God, didst thou deride,Thy Father who's in HeavenNow turn'd hath to thy side.From fury and from pressingHe turneth for thy good,As if by love and blessingConstrain thy heart He would.Awake thee! now awake thee!Thou hard, cold world awaken'd be;Ere doom's dread hour o'ertake thee,By thee unlook'd for, suddenly.Ye for the Saviour living!Unshaken be your mood,The peace He now is givingCan only bring us good.This lesson He is giving,The end of all is nigh,Thou shalt with Him be livingIn peace eternally.O LORD! I SING WITH MOUTH AND HEART.O Lord! I sing with mouth and heart,Joy of my soul! to TheeTo earth Thy knowledge I impart,As it is known to me.Thou art the Fount of grace, I know,And Spring aye fall and free,Whence saving health and goodness flowEach day so bounteously.What have we here or what are we,Of good what can earth give,That we do not alone from Thee,Our Father, aye receive?The tent-like firmament who builds,Who spreads th' expanse of blue,Who sends to fertilize our fieldsRefreshing rain and dew?Who warmeth us in cold and frost,Who shields us from the wind,Who orders it that wine and mustWe in their season find?Who is it life and health bestows,Who keeps us with His handIn golden peace, wards off war's woes,From our dear native land?The work is Thine, my God! my Lord!And Thine must ever be;Before our door Thou keepest guard,In rest we're kept by Thee.Thou feedest us from year to year,And constant dost abide;When danger fills our hearts with fear,With help art at our side.With patience dost Thou ever chide,Nor long Thine anger keep,But castest all our sins asideInto the ocean deep.Whene'er our burden'd hearts we raiseTo Thee, Thou'rt soon appeas'd;The help Thou send'st shows forth Thy praise,And our sad hearts are eas'd.Thou mark'st how oft Thy people weepAnd what their sorrows are,Their tears dost in Thy bottle keep,However small they are.Our deepest needs dost Thou supply,Thou giv'st what lasts for aye,Thou lead'st us to our home on high,When hence we pass away.Awake! my heart, awake and sing,And joyous be thy mood,Thy God who maketh everythingIs, and abides thy good—Thy treasure and inheritance!Thy glory and delight!Thy saving health and sure defence!He keeps and guides thee right.Why do thy cares both night and dayGrieve thee so bitterly?Upon thy God thy burden lay,Who gave thy life to thee.Hath He not all the weary wayFrom youth till now thee led,Oft chas'd misfortune's clouds awayThat gather'd o'er thy head?In all His rule no oversightCan happen, no mistakes;Whate'er He does or leaves is right,A happy issue takes.Let Him work who doth all things well,Nor with Him interfere,And so thou shalt in glory dwell,And peace enjoy while here.TO GOD ALONE BE GLORY.How can it be, my highest Light!That as before Thy face so brightAll things must pale and vanish,That my poor feeble flesh and bloodCan summon a courageous moodTo meet Thee, and fear banish?But dust and ashes what am I?My body what but grass so dry?What good the life I'm living?What can I with my utmost pow'r?What have I, Lord! from hour to hourBut what Thyself art giving?I am a poor and feeble worm,A straw, the lightest passing stormCould drive away before it.When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay,Dost on me e'er so lightly lay,I know not how t' endure it.Lord! I am nought, but Thou art HeWho art all—all belongs to Thee,And live and move I everIn Thee—if Thou me terrifi'st,No store of grace to help suppli'stI can recover never.I am unjust, but true Thy heart,I evil am—Thou holy art,This thought should shame be giving,That I in such an evil stand,Should from Thy mild paternal hand,The least good be receiving.Nought else but ill from infancyUp e'en till now I've done to Thee,In sin was I begotten;And didst Thou not in faithfulnessMy sin remit, and me release,Lost were I and forgotten.Let boasting then be far from me,What is Thy due I render Thee,To Thee alone be glory!O Christ! may while I live belowMy spirit, and what thence may flow,With reverence adore Thee.And if aught hath been done by meThat is well done, it came from Thee,My pow'r could do it never.Thee thanks and honour, Lord! I bring,All my life long Thy praise I'll sing,And tell Thy glory ever.SONG OF THANKSGIVING AFTER GREAT SORROW AND AFFLICTION.After clouds we see the sun,Joy we feel when grief is gone,After bitter pain and soreCometh consolation's hour.Then my soul that sank before,Even down to hell's dark door,To the heav'nly choir doth soar.He 'fore whom the world shall flee,In my spirit comforts me,With His high and mighty hand,Tears me from the hellish band.With the love to me He shows,Swells my heart and overflows,And my blood with rapture glows.Did I e'er 'neath sorrow bend?Did my heart grief ever rend?Have I e'er been vexèd sore?Satan e'er fool'd me before?Aye—but henceforth am I free,Faithfully thou shieldest me,My salvation comes from Thee!What thou mean'st, my bitter foe!By thy deeds tow'rds me I know;Truly thou with all thy pow'rSeek'st me ever to devour.Had I too much trusted thee,Then had'st thou, ere I could see,In thy snares entangled me.All the guile I know full wellThat in thy bad heart doth dwell;Thou my God malign'st to me,Turn'st His praise to obloquy;Speaketh out His loving heart,Keeps He silence on His part,All He doth dost thou pervert.If I hope and look for good,If I'm in a joyous mood,From my mind thou driv'st awayEvery good thought—and dost say:“God doth far from thee abide,Riseth high misfortune's tideRound thee now on every side.”Hence depart! thou lying mouth,Here is God's own ground in truth,For the face of God is here,And the beauteous light and clearOf His favour, here doth rise,All His word and counsel wise,Op'd are now before mine eyes.God lets none in sadness stay,He with shame drives none away,Who themselves up to Him give,With the whole heart to Him cleave,Who their cares on Him aye cast,And hope in Him—joy at last,For the soul and body taste.Though it comes not as we will,Just to-day—yet be thou still,For perchance to-morrow mayBe the bright and joyous day.God's time comes with measur'd step,When it comes His word He'll keepAnd joy's harvest we shall reap.Ah! how often did I think,As my feet began to sink'Neath the heavy load of care,In the mire of blank despair,Now there is no hope for me,Rest for me there cannot beTill I enter death's dark sea.But my God put forth His pow'rTo avert and to restore,That I ne'er enough can tellWhat His arm hath done so well;When no path I could descry,When no help to guide was nigh,Help God sent me from on high.When I timid and perplex'dOften have my spirit vex'd,Sleepless toss'd thro' all the night,Sick at heart when dawn'd the light,When heart fail'd me utterly,Hast Thou then appear'd to me,Turning my captivity.Now as long as here I roam,Have on earth a house and home,'Fore mine eyes continuallyShall this thing of wonder be.All my life long shall I bringOfferings of thanks, and singSongs of praise to God my King.Every grief and every smart,By th'eternal Father's heartEver yet appointed me,Or that may hereafter beChosen for me, all my daysFrom His gracious hand always,I'll receive with joy and praise.I will tread woe's bitter path,I will onward go to death,I into the grave will go,Still my heart with joy shall glow.Whom the Highest will raise high,Whom th' Almighty standeth nigh,Ne'er can perish utterly.THE 23RD PSALM OF DAVID.The Lord, the earth who ruleth,And with His hand controlleth,Whose goodness never endeth,He watcheth me and tendeth.As long as He is near meWith every gift He'll cheer me,Of fulness overflowingThe riches aye bestowing.By pastures green He leads me,With gladness there He feeds me,From purest springs revives me,In need He counsel gives me.And when the soul is fearfulThrough grievous thoughts and careful,He comfort giveth everAnd knows how to deliver.My steps aright He leadeth,And what to do me guideth,And for His name's sake gloriousO'er fear makes me victorious.Though often left to ponder,While in dark vales I wander,No evil fear I ever,Distress o'ertakes me never.Thou standest still beside me,From wicked men dost hide me,Thy rod and staff protect me,And no fear can deject me.My table Thou preparest,For my refreshment carest,When foes are plotting round me,And seek to pain and wound me.My head with oil anointest,My empty soul appointestOf every good and pleasureA full o'erflowing measure.The goodness Thou bestowest,The mercy that Thou showest,Till life itself forsake me,Shall glad and joyful make me.Thy service will I neverForsake, but praise Thee ever,In Thy house where Thou livest,Reward to goodness givest.As long as life is givenOn earth here, and in heavenWhere I shall stand before Thee,I'll evermore adore Thee!

IN GRATEFUL SONGS.In grateful songs your voices raise,All people here below,To Him whom angels ever praise,In heav'n His glory show.With gladsome songs now fill the airTo God our chiefest Joy,Who worketh wonders ev'rywhere,Whose hands great things employ;Who from the womb to latest yearsUpholds the life He gave;Who when no help from man appearsHimself appears to save;Who though our way His heart oft grieves,Maintains a gracious mood,Remits the pains, the sin forgives,And doth us nought but good.Oh, may He give a joyous heart,The mind from sorrow keep,And cast all care, fear, grief, and smartInto the ocean deep.And may His blessing ever restOn Israel's favour'd head;May all we do by Him be bless'd,May His salvation spread.May love and goodness toward us flow,In bounteous streams each day,And every anxious care we know,Be chas'd by Him away.As long as beats each throbbing heart,Our Saviour may He be,Our portion when from earth we part,To all eternity.When sinks the heart, when strength decays,By Him our eyes be press'd,Then may we see His open face,In everlasting rest.

In grateful songs your voices raise,All people here below,To Him whom angels ever praise,In heav'n His glory show.

In grateful songs your voices raise,

All people here below,

To Him whom angels ever praise,

In heav'n His glory show.

With gladsome songs now fill the airTo God our chiefest Joy,Who worketh wonders ev'rywhere,Whose hands great things employ;

With gladsome songs now fill the air

To God our chiefest Joy,

Who worketh wonders ev'rywhere,

Whose hands great things employ;

Who from the womb to latest yearsUpholds the life He gave;Who when no help from man appearsHimself appears to save;

Who from the womb to latest years

Upholds the life He gave;

Who when no help from man appears

Himself appears to save;

Who though our way His heart oft grieves,Maintains a gracious mood,Remits the pains, the sin forgives,And doth us nought but good.

Who though our way His heart oft grieves,

Maintains a gracious mood,

Remits the pains, the sin forgives,

And doth us nought but good.

Oh, may He give a joyous heart,The mind from sorrow keep,And cast all care, fear, grief, and smartInto the ocean deep.

Oh, may He give a joyous heart,

The mind from sorrow keep,

And cast all care, fear, grief, and smart

Into the ocean deep.

And may His blessing ever restOn Israel's favour'd head;May all we do by Him be bless'd,May His salvation spread.

And may His blessing ever rest

On Israel's favour'd head;

May all we do by Him be bless'd,

May His salvation spread.

May love and goodness toward us flow,In bounteous streams each day,And every anxious care we know,Be chas'd by Him away.

May love and goodness toward us flow,

In bounteous streams each day,

And every anxious care we know,

Be chas'd by Him away.

As long as beats each throbbing heart,Our Saviour may He be,Our portion when from earth we part,To all eternity.

As long as beats each throbbing heart,

Our Saviour may He be,

Our portion when from earth we part,

To all eternity.

When sinks the heart, when strength decays,By Him our eyes be press'd,Then may we see His open face,In everlasting rest.

When sinks the heart, when strength decays,

By Him our eyes be press'd,

Then may we see His open face,

In everlasting rest.

SHALL I NOT MY GOD BE PRAISING?Shall I not my God be praising,And in Him not joyful be?For in all His works amazing,See I not His care for me?Is it not pure love that filleth,And His faithful heart o'erflows,When He ever cares for those,Who do only what He willeth?All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.As its brood the eagle over,Ever more its wings doth spread.So the Highest aye doth coverWith His arms of pow'r my head.In the womb e'en of my mother,When to me He being gave,E'en the life that now I have,Was He then my shield and cover.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.Not too great a gift He evenDeem'd His only Son to be;Him to death hath freely given,Me from fear of hell to free.Oh! Thou spring of boundless blessing,How could e'er my feeble mindOf Thy depth the bottom find,Though my efforts were unceasing?All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.And the Holy Ghost to guide me,Noble Leader! He hath giv'n,That He through the world may lead me,Onward to the gate of heav'n.That my heart He may be fillingWith th' unclouded light of faith,That can break the pow'r of death,And hell's rage hath pow'r of stilling.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.For my soul's well-being everFull provision doth He make,And in ev'ry need deliver,For the body care doth take.When my pow'r, my best endeavourCometh to extremity,Then my God appears to me,With His might comes to deliver.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.All the things in earth and heaven,E'en where'er I turn my eye,For my benefit are given,That they may my need supply.All that's living, all that's growing,On the hills or in the woods,In the vales or 'neath the floods,God is for my good bestowing.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.When I sleep, His eye is waking,When I wake, He strength'neth me,Each new morn fresh courage taking,I new love and goodness see.Had my God existed never,Had His face not guided me,From such ills so frequently,None could have deliver'd ever.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.'Gainst me many is the weapon,Forg'd by Satan's enmity,But no real hurt can happen,None hath yet befallen me.God's own angel whom He sendeth,Wardeth off each deadly blowAim'd by the untiring foe,Who our ruin thus intendeth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.As a father ne'er withdrawethFrom his child his love away,Though he often evil doeth,And from wisdom's paths doth stray.So God's heart towards me moveth,All my sins forgiveth He,Not in vengeance smiteth me,As a Father He reproveth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.Ev'ry blow His hand inflicteth,Though the heart with pain it rend,When my heart aright reflecteth,Is a token that my FriendThinks on me, and tow'rds me yearneth,Me from this ill world would free,That has so entangled me,By the cross to Him me turneth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.This I know full well, and neverLet it from my mind depart,Christ's cross hath its limit ever,And at length must cease to smart.When the winter snows are overLovely summer will appear,Who can hope, from ev'ry fear,And from pain, shall they recover.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.In God's love there is no ending,Ne'er a limit find I there,So my hands to Thee extending,As Thy child, I raise my pray'r.Father! deign Thy grace to give me,That I may with all my mightThee embrace both day and night,All my life may never leave thee,And when life is o'er with me,Love and praise eternally.

Shall I not my God be praising,And in Him not joyful be?For in all His works amazing,See I not His care for me?Is it not pure love that filleth,And His faithful heart o'erflows,When He ever cares for those,Who do only what He willeth?All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.

Shall I not my God be praising,

And in Him not joyful be?

For in all His works amazing,

See I not His care for me?

Is it not pure love that filleth,

And His faithful heart o'erflows,

When He ever cares for those,

Who do only what He willeth?

All things run their course below,

God's love doth for ever flow.

As its brood the eagle over,Ever more its wings doth spread.So the Highest aye doth coverWith His arms of pow'r my head.In the womb e'en of my mother,When to me He being gave,E'en the life that now I have,Was He then my shield and cover.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.

As its brood the eagle over,

Ever more its wings doth spread.

So the Highest aye doth cover

With His arms of pow'r my head.

In the womb e'en of my mother,

When to me He being gave,

E'en the life that now I have,

Was He then my shield and cover.

All things run their course below,

God's love doth for ever flow.

Not too great a gift He evenDeem'd His only Son to be;Him to death hath freely given,Me from fear of hell to free.Oh! Thou spring of boundless blessing,How could e'er my feeble mindOf Thy depth the bottom find,Though my efforts were unceasing?All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.

Not too great a gift He even

Deem'd His only Son to be;

Him to death hath freely given,

Me from fear of hell to free.

Oh! Thou spring of boundless blessing,

How could e'er my feeble mind

Of Thy depth the bottom find,

Though my efforts were unceasing?

All things run their course below,

God's love doth for ever flow.

And the Holy Ghost to guide me,Noble Leader! He hath giv'n,That He through the world may lead me,Onward to the gate of heav'n.That my heart He may be fillingWith th' unclouded light of faith,That can break the pow'r of death,And hell's rage hath pow'r of stilling.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.

And the Holy Ghost to guide me,

Noble Leader! He hath giv'n,

That He through the world may lead me,

Onward to the gate of heav'n.

That my heart He may be filling

With th' unclouded light of faith,

That can break the pow'r of death,

And hell's rage hath pow'r of stilling.

All things run their course below,

God's love doth for ever flow.

For my soul's well-being everFull provision doth He make,And in ev'ry need deliver,For the body care doth take.When my pow'r, my best endeavourCometh to extremity,Then my God appears to me,With His might comes to deliver.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.

For my soul's well-being ever

Full provision doth He make,

And in ev'ry need deliver,

For the body care doth take.

When my pow'r, my best endeavour

Cometh to extremity,

Then my God appears to me,

With His might comes to deliver.

All things run their course below,

God's love doth for ever flow.

All the things in earth and heaven,E'en where'er I turn my eye,For my benefit are given,That they may my need supply.All that's living, all that's growing,On the hills or in the woods,In the vales or 'neath the floods,God is for my good bestowing.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.

All the things in earth and heaven,

E'en where'er I turn my eye,

For my benefit are given,

That they may my need supply.

All that's living, all that's growing,

On the hills or in the woods,

In the vales or 'neath the floods,

God is for my good bestowing.

All things run their course below,

God's love doth for ever flow.

When I sleep, His eye is waking,When I wake, He strength'neth me,Each new morn fresh courage taking,I new love and goodness see.Had my God existed never,Had His face not guided me,From such ills so frequently,None could have deliver'd ever.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.

When I sleep, His eye is waking,

When I wake, He strength'neth me,

Each new morn fresh courage taking,

I new love and goodness see.

Had my God existed never,

Had His face not guided me,

From such ills so frequently,

None could have deliver'd ever.

All things run their course below,

God's love doth for ever flow.

'Gainst me many is the weapon,Forg'd by Satan's enmity,But no real hurt can happen,None hath yet befallen me.God's own angel whom He sendeth,Wardeth off each deadly blowAim'd by the untiring foe,Who our ruin thus intendeth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.

'Gainst me many is the weapon,

Forg'd by Satan's enmity,

But no real hurt can happen,

None hath yet befallen me.

God's own angel whom He sendeth,

Wardeth off each deadly blow

Aim'd by the untiring foe,

Who our ruin thus intendeth.

All things run their course below,

God's love doth for ever flow.

As a father ne'er withdrawethFrom his child his love away,Though he often evil doeth,And from wisdom's paths doth stray.So God's heart towards me moveth,All my sins forgiveth He,Not in vengeance smiteth me,As a Father He reproveth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.

As a father ne'er withdraweth

From his child his love away,

Though he often evil doeth,

And from wisdom's paths doth stray.

So God's heart towards me moveth,

All my sins forgiveth He,

Not in vengeance smiteth me,

As a Father He reproveth.

All things run their course below,

God's love doth for ever flow.

Ev'ry blow His hand inflicteth,Though the heart with pain it rend,When my heart aright reflecteth,Is a token that my FriendThinks on me, and tow'rds me yearneth,Me from this ill world would free,That has so entangled me,By the cross to Him me turneth.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.

Ev'ry blow His hand inflicteth,

Though the heart with pain it rend,

When my heart aright reflecteth,

Is a token that my Friend

Thinks on me, and tow'rds me yearneth,

Me from this ill world would free,

That has so entangled me,

By the cross to Him me turneth.

All things run their course below,

God's love doth for ever flow.

This I know full well, and neverLet it from my mind depart,Christ's cross hath its limit ever,And at length must cease to smart.When the winter snows are overLovely summer will appear,Who can hope, from ev'ry fear,And from pain, shall they recover.All things run their course below,God's love doth for ever flow.

This I know full well, and never

Let it from my mind depart,

Christ's cross hath its limit ever,

And at length must cease to smart.

When the winter snows are over

Lovely summer will appear,

Who can hope, from ev'ry fear,

And from pain, shall they recover.

All things run their course below,

God's love doth for ever flow.

In God's love there is no ending,Ne'er a limit find I there,So my hands to Thee extending,As Thy child, I raise my pray'r.Father! deign Thy grace to give me,That I may with all my mightThee embrace both day and night,All my life may never leave thee,And when life is o'er with me,Love and praise eternally.

In God's love there is no ending,

Ne'er a limit find I there,

So my hands to Thee extending,

As Thy child, I raise my pray'r.

Father! deign Thy grace to give me,

That I may with all my might

Thee embrace both day and night,

All my life may never leave thee,

And when life is o'er with me,

Love and praise eternally.

PROTECTION OF GOD IN HITHERTO DANGEROUS TIMES OF WAR.How heavy is the burden madeThat Thou upon our backs hast laid,O God! the Lord of Hosts,O God, whose anger rises high'Gainst workers of iniquity.The burden is the cruel tideOf war, that earth with blood has dyed,And fill'd with bitter tears.It is a fire that rages high'Neath suns of almost every sky.The burden's great and hard to bear,But Thy strong arm and Father's careAre not to us unknown.Thou punishest, but 'mid the woeThou love and friendliness dost show.But true to Thee must we abide,For ne'er from us dost Thou quite hideThy saving health and light.How many hast Thou given o'er,We've oft been shielded by Thy pow'r.In many a sad and weary hour,When gath'ring clouds did o'er us low'rAbove our anxious heads,Thou still'd'st the storm, whose mighty handUpholdeth sky and sea and land.How often, Lord, by day and night,Our enemies with craft and mightHave threaten'd us, Thy flock!But, faithful Shepherd! Thou wast near,Repell'dst the wolf and still'dst our fear.Our brethren are compell'd to roam,Are driven forth from house and home,While we, Lord, still enjoyEach one his seat beneath the shadeBy his own vine and fig-tree made.Behold! my heart, on every handThe towns and fields of many a landAre doom'd to ruin sure,The homes of men are overthrown,The houses of our God cast down.But rest and order still remainWith us, and we can still maintainThe worship of our God.God's mind from out His holy word'Mongst us is daily taught and heard.Whoever this doth not perceive,But to the winds such thoughts doth give,Who in such blessèd lightNo grace, no love, no goodness find,How dark, thrice darken'd is their mind!O gracious God! preserve us freeFor aye from such stupidity;Lord, give us gratitude,That songs of praise in sweetest toneWe may present before Thy throne.To nought we've done, or e'er can do,To Thee—to Thee alone is dueThe praise, O fount of love!We've earned destruction from Thy face,Thou deal'st with us in love and grace.Oh! may we meditate Thy grace,Till heart shall burn and tongue shall praise,And give angelic zeal,That every throbbing pulse may beA note of praise, O Lord! to Thee.But let the tide of woe recede,Restore to us our joy, we plead,May peace to us return.How many in this vale of tearsHave never witness'd peaceful years!Are we unworthy? then with TheeWe plead for helpless infancy,Who wrong have never done.Shall cradled infants feel the stroke,Shall they endure the heavy yoke?Have pity, Lord! oh, tender heart!What heavy sighs, what bitter smart,From our sad hearts are wrung!No stone, our Saviour God art Thou,How canst Thou so afflict us now?How grievous are our wounds and sore,They stink and fester more and more,But Thou canst heal them all.Pour in the oil of grace, that wholeCan make the body and the soul.This wilt Thou do, we certainlyBelieve, although we nowhere seeThe means in all the world.But Thou in our extremityDost find Thine opportunity.

How heavy is the burden madeThat Thou upon our backs hast laid,O God! the Lord of Hosts,O God, whose anger rises high'Gainst workers of iniquity.

How heavy is the burden made

That Thou upon our backs hast laid,

O God! the Lord of Hosts,

O God, whose anger rises high

'Gainst workers of iniquity.

The burden is the cruel tideOf war, that earth with blood has dyed,And fill'd with bitter tears.It is a fire that rages high'Neath suns of almost every sky.

The burden is the cruel tide

Of war, that earth with blood has dyed,

And fill'd with bitter tears.

It is a fire that rages high

'Neath suns of almost every sky.

The burden's great and hard to bear,But Thy strong arm and Father's careAre not to us unknown.Thou punishest, but 'mid the woeThou love and friendliness dost show.

The burden's great and hard to bear,

But Thy strong arm and Father's care

Are not to us unknown.

Thou punishest, but 'mid the woe

Thou love and friendliness dost show.

But true to Thee must we abide,For ne'er from us dost Thou quite hideThy saving health and light.How many hast Thou given o'er,We've oft been shielded by Thy pow'r.

But true to Thee must we abide,

For ne'er from us dost Thou quite hide

Thy saving health and light.

How many hast Thou given o'er,

We've oft been shielded by Thy pow'r.

In many a sad and weary hour,When gath'ring clouds did o'er us low'rAbove our anxious heads,Thou still'd'st the storm, whose mighty handUpholdeth sky and sea and land.

In many a sad and weary hour,

When gath'ring clouds did o'er us low'r

Above our anxious heads,

Thou still'd'st the storm, whose mighty hand

Upholdeth sky and sea and land.

How often, Lord, by day and night,Our enemies with craft and mightHave threaten'd us, Thy flock!But, faithful Shepherd! Thou wast near,Repell'dst the wolf and still'dst our fear.

How often, Lord, by day and night,

Our enemies with craft and might

Have threaten'd us, Thy flock!

But, faithful Shepherd! Thou wast near,

Repell'dst the wolf and still'dst our fear.

Our brethren are compell'd to roam,Are driven forth from house and home,While we, Lord, still enjoyEach one his seat beneath the shadeBy his own vine and fig-tree made.

Our brethren are compell'd to roam,

Are driven forth from house and home,

While we, Lord, still enjoy

Each one his seat beneath the shade

By his own vine and fig-tree made.

Behold! my heart, on every handThe towns and fields of many a landAre doom'd to ruin sure,The homes of men are overthrown,The houses of our God cast down.

Behold! my heart, on every hand

The towns and fields of many a land

Are doom'd to ruin sure,

The homes of men are overthrown,

The houses of our God cast down.

But rest and order still remainWith us, and we can still maintainThe worship of our God.God's mind from out His holy word'Mongst us is daily taught and heard.

But rest and order still remain

With us, and we can still maintain

The worship of our God.

God's mind from out His holy word

'Mongst us is daily taught and heard.

Whoever this doth not perceive,But to the winds such thoughts doth give,Who in such blessèd lightNo grace, no love, no goodness find,How dark, thrice darken'd is their mind!

Whoever this doth not perceive,

But to the winds such thoughts doth give,

Who in such blessèd light

No grace, no love, no goodness find,

How dark, thrice darken'd is their mind!

O gracious God! preserve us freeFor aye from such stupidity;Lord, give us gratitude,That songs of praise in sweetest toneWe may present before Thy throne.

O gracious God! preserve us free

For aye from such stupidity;

Lord, give us gratitude,

That songs of praise in sweetest tone

We may present before Thy throne.

To nought we've done, or e'er can do,To Thee—to Thee alone is dueThe praise, O fount of love!We've earned destruction from Thy face,Thou deal'st with us in love and grace.

To nought we've done, or e'er can do,

To Thee—to Thee alone is due

The praise, O fount of love!

We've earned destruction from Thy face,

Thou deal'st with us in love and grace.

Oh! may we meditate Thy grace,Till heart shall burn and tongue shall praise,And give angelic zeal,That every throbbing pulse may beA note of praise, O Lord! to Thee.

Oh! may we meditate Thy grace,

Till heart shall burn and tongue shall praise,

And give angelic zeal,

That every throbbing pulse may be

A note of praise, O Lord! to Thee.

But let the tide of woe recede,Restore to us our joy, we plead,May peace to us return.How many in this vale of tearsHave never witness'd peaceful years!

But let the tide of woe recede,

Restore to us our joy, we plead,

May peace to us return.

How many in this vale of tears

Have never witness'd peaceful years!

Are we unworthy? then with TheeWe plead for helpless infancy,Who wrong have never done.Shall cradled infants feel the stroke,Shall they endure the heavy yoke?

Are we unworthy? then with Thee

We plead for helpless infancy,

Who wrong have never done.

Shall cradled infants feel the stroke,

Shall they endure the heavy yoke?

Have pity, Lord! oh, tender heart!What heavy sighs, what bitter smart,From our sad hearts are wrung!No stone, our Saviour God art Thou,How canst Thou so afflict us now?

Have pity, Lord! oh, tender heart!

What heavy sighs, what bitter smart,

From our sad hearts are wrung!

No stone, our Saviour God art Thou,

How canst Thou so afflict us now?

How grievous are our wounds and sore,They stink and fester more and more,But Thou canst heal them all.Pour in the oil of grace, that wholeCan make the body and the soul.

How grievous are our wounds and sore,

They stink and fester more and more,

But Thou canst heal them all.

Pour in the oil of grace, that whole

Can make the body and the soul.

This wilt Thou do, we certainlyBelieve, although we nowhere seeThe means in all the world.But Thou in our extremityDost find Thine opportunity.

This wilt Thou do, we certainly

Believe, although we nowhere see

The means in all the world.

But Thou in our extremity

Dost find Thine opportunity.

THANKSGIVING FOR THE DECLARATION OF PEACE.Praise God! for forth hath soundedThe noble word of joy and peace,There's rest where strife abounded,The sword and spear their murders cease.Up! up! again, and bring yeNow forth the sounding lyre,O Germany! and sing yeIn full and noble choir,Your hearts and minds now raise yeAnd thank the Lord, and say,“Thy grace and goodness praise weFor they endure for aye!”'Twere just if God were drivingUs in dire wrath from 'fore His face,For with us still are thrivingThe thorns of sin that grow apace.In deed and truth we feel it—His rod of chastisement!But say whoe'er can tell it—Who are they who repent?We're only evil ever,God's true continually,He helpeth to deliverFrom war and misery.With grateful hearts o'erflowingWe greet thee, noble gift of peace!Where'er thou dwell'st, now knowingHow richly thou dost ever bless.God to thy keeping givethOur good and happiness,Who woundeth thee and grieveth,In his own heart doth pressGrief's arrow, and in madnessHe quencheth in the landThe golden light of gladnessWith suicidal hand.What could this lesson everGrave on our hearts so solemnly,As forts laid low for ever,And towns that now in ruins lie:As fair and fertile meadowsThat wav'd with golden grain,Now wrapt in forest shadowsAnd run to waste again.As graves full of the buried,Who fell in the dread hourOf battle in ranks serried,Whose like we'll see no more.O man! be now afflicted,And let thy tears in torrents flow,With countenance dejectedTo ponder to thy closet go;What heretofore hath givenThy God, didst thou deride,Thy Father who's in HeavenNow turn'd hath to thy side.From fury and from pressingHe turneth for thy good,As if by love and blessingConstrain thy heart He would.Awake thee! now awake thee!Thou hard, cold world awaken'd be;Ere doom's dread hour o'ertake thee,By thee unlook'd for, suddenly.Ye for the Saviour living!Unshaken be your mood,The peace He now is givingCan only bring us good.This lesson He is giving,The end of all is nigh,Thou shalt with Him be livingIn peace eternally.

Praise God! for forth hath soundedThe noble word of joy and peace,There's rest where strife abounded,The sword and spear their murders cease.Up! up! again, and bring yeNow forth the sounding lyre,O Germany! and sing yeIn full and noble choir,Your hearts and minds now raise yeAnd thank the Lord, and say,“Thy grace and goodness praise weFor they endure for aye!”

Praise God! for forth hath sounded

The noble word of joy and peace,

There's rest where strife abounded,

The sword and spear their murders cease.

Up! up! again, and bring ye

Now forth the sounding lyre,

O Germany! and sing ye

In full and noble choir,

Your hearts and minds now raise ye

And thank the Lord, and say,

“Thy grace and goodness praise we

For they endure for aye!”

'Twere just if God were drivingUs in dire wrath from 'fore His face,For with us still are thrivingThe thorns of sin that grow apace.In deed and truth we feel it—His rod of chastisement!But say whoe'er can tell it—Who are they who repent?We're only evil ever,God's true continually,He helpeth to deliverFrom war and misery.

'Twere just if God were driving

Us in dire wrath from 'fore His face,

For with us still are thriving

The thorns of sin that grow apace.

In deed and truth we feel it—

His rod of chastisement!

But say whoe'er can tell it—

Who are they who repent?

We're only evil ever,

God's true continually,

He helpeth to deliver

From war and misery.

With grateful hearts o'erflowingWe greet thee, noble gift of peace!Where'er thou dwell'st, now knowingHow richly thou dost ever bless.God to thy keeping givethOur good and happiness,Who woundeth thee and grieveth,In his own heart doth pressGrief's arrow, and in madnessHe quencheth in the landThe golden light of gladnessWith suicidal hand.

With grateful hearts o'erflowing

We greet thee, noble gift of peace!

Where'er thou dwell'st, now knowing

How richly thou dost ever bless.

God to thy keeping giveth

Our good and happiness,

Who woundeth thee and grieveth,

In his own heart doth press

Grief's arrow, and in madness

He quencheth in the land

The golden light of gladness

With suicidal hand.

What could this lesson everGrave on our hearts so solemnly,As forts laid low for ever,And towns that now in ruins lie:As fair and fertile meadowsThat wav'd with golden grain,Now wrapt in forest shadowsAnd run to waste again.As graves full of the buried,Who fell in the dread hourOf battle in ranks serried,Whose like we'll see no more.

What could this lesson ever

Grave on our hearts so solemnly,

As forts laid low for ever,

And towns that now in ruins lie:

As fair and fertile meadows

That wav'd with golden grain,

Now wrapt in forest shadows

And run to waste again.

As graves full of the buried,

Who fell in the dread hour

Of battle in ranks serried,

Whose like we'll see no more.

O man! be now afflicted,And let thy tears in torrents flow,With countenance dejectedTo ponder to thy closet go;What heretofore hath givenThy God, didst thou deride,Thy Father who's in HeavenNow turn'd hath to thy side.From fury and from pressingHe turneth for thy good,As if by love and blessingConstrain thy heart He would.

O man! be now afflicted,

And let thy tears in torrents flow,

With countenance dejected

To ponder to thy closet go;

What heretofore hath given

Thy God, didst thou deride,

Thy Father who's in Heaven

Now turn'd hath to thy side.

From fury and from pressing

He turneth for thy good,

As if by love and blessing

Constrain thy heart He would.

Awake thee! now awake thee!Thou hard, cold world awaken'd be;Ere doom's dread hour o'ertake thee,By thee unlook'd for, suddenly.Ye for the Saviour living!Unshaken be your mood,The peace He now is givingCan only bring us good.This lesson He is giving,The end of all is nigh,Thou shalt with Him be livingIn peace eternally.

Awake thee! now awake thee!

Thou hard, cold world awaken'd be;

Ere doom's dread hour o'ertake thee,

By thee unlook'd for, suddenly.

Ye for the Saviour living!

Unshaken be your mood,

The peace He now is giving

Can only bring us good.

This lesson He is giving,

The end of all is nigh,

Thou shalt with Him be living

In peace eternally.

O LORD! I SING WITH MOUTH AND HEART.O Lord! I sing with mouth and heart,Joy of my soul! to TheeTo earth Thy knowledge I impart,As it is known to me.Thou art the Fount of grace, I know,And Spring aye fall and free,Whence saving health and goodness flowEach day so bounteously.What have we here or what are we,Of good what can earth give,That we do not alone from Thee,Our Father, aye receive?The tent-like firmament who builds,Who spreads th' expanse of blue,Who sends to fertilize our fieldsRefreshing rain and dew?Who warmeth us in cold and frost,Who shields us from the wind,Who orders it that wine and mustWe in their season find?Who is it life and health bestows,Who keeps us with His handIn golden peace, wards off war's woes,From our dear native land?The work is Thine, my God! my Lord!And Thine must ever be;Before our door Thou keepest guard,In rest we're kept by Thee.Thou feedest us from year to year,And constant dost abide;When danger fills our hearts with fear,With help art at our side.With patience dost Thou ever chide,Nor long Thine anger keep,But castest all our sins asideInto the ocean deep.Whene'er our burden'd hearts we raiseTo Thee, Thou'rt soon appeas'd;The help Thou send'st shows forth Thy praise,And our sad hearts are eas'd.Thou mark'st how oft Thy people weepAnd what their sorrows are,Their tears dost in Thy bottle keep,However small they are.Our deepest needs dost Thou supply,Thou giv'st what lasts for aye,Thou lead'st us to our home on high,When hence we pass away.Awake! my heart, awake and sing,And joyous be thy mood,Thy God who maketh everythingIs, and abides thy good—Thy treasure and inheritance!Thy glory and delight!Thy saving health and sure defence!He keeps and guides thee right.Why do thy cares both night and dayGrieve thee so bitterly?Upon thy God thy burden lay,Who gave thy life to thee.Hath He not all the weary wayFrom youth till now thee led,Oft chas'd misfortune's clouds awayThat gather'd o'er thy head?In all His rule no oversightCan happen, no mistakes;Whate'er He does or leaves is right,A happy issue takes.Let Him work who doth all things well,Nor with Him interfere,And so thou shalt in glory dwell,And peace enjoy while here.

O Lord! I sing with mouth and heart,Joy of my soul! to TheeTo earth Thy knowledge I impart,As it is known to me.

O Lord! I sing with mouth and heart,

Joy of my soul! to Thee

To earth Thy knowledge I impart,

As it is known to me.

Thou art the Fount of grace, I know,And Spring aye fall and free,Whence saving health and goodness flowEach day so bounteously.

Thou art the Fount of grace, I know,

And Spring aye fall and free,

Whence saving health and goodness flow

Each day so bounteously.

What have we here or what are we,Of good what can earth give,That we do not alone from Thee,Our Father, aye receive?

What have we here or what are we,

Of good what can earth give,

That we do not alone from Thee,

Our Father, aye receive?

The tent-like firmament who builds,Who spreads th' expanse of blue,Who sends to fertilize our fieldsRefreshing rain and dew?

The tent-like firmament who builds,

Who spreads th' expanse of blue,

Who sends to fertilize our fields

Refreshing rain and dew?

Who warmeth us in cold and frost,Who shields us from the wind,Who orders it that wine and mustWe in their season find?

Who warmeth us in cold and frost,

Who shields us from the wind,

Who orders it that wine and must

We in their season find?

Who is it life and health bestows,Who keeps us with His handIn golden peace, wards off war's woes,From our dear native land?

Who is it life and health bestows,

Who keeps us with His hand

In golden peace, wards off war's woes,

From our dear native land?

The work is Thine, my God! my Lord!And Thine must ever be;Before our door Thou keepest guard,In rest we're kept by Thee.

The work is Thine, my God! my Lord!

And Thine must ever be;

Before our door Thou keepest guard,

In rest we're kept by Thee.

Thou feedest us from year to year,And constant dost abide;When danger fills our hearts with fear,With help art at our side.

Thou feedest us from year to year,

And constant dost abide;

When danger fills our hearts with fear,

With help art at our side.

With patience dost Thou ever chide,Nor long Thine anger keep,But castest all our sins asideInto the ocean deep.

With patience dost Thou ever chide,

Nor long Thine anger keep,

But castest all our sins aside

Into the ocean deep.

Whene'er our burden'd hearts we raiseTo Thee, Thou'rt soon appeas'd;The help Thou send'st shows forth Thy praise,And our sad hearts are eas'd.

Whene'er our burden'd hearts we raise

To Thee, Thou'rt soon appeas'd;

The help Thou send'st shows forth Thy praise,

And our sad hearts are eas'd.

Thou mark'st how oft Thy people weepAnd what their sorrows are,Their tears dost in Thy bottle keep,However small they are.

Thou mark'st how oft Thy people weep

And what their sorrows are,

Their tears dost in Thy bottle keep,

However small they are.

Our deepest needs dost Thou supply,Thou giv'st what lasts for aye,Thou lead'st us to our home on high,When hence we pass away.

Our deepest needs dost Thou supply,

Thou giv'st what lasts for aye,

Thou lead'st us to our home on high,

When hence we pass away.

Awake! my heart, awake and sing,And joyous be thy mood,Thy God who maketh everythingIs, and abides thy good—

Awake! my heart, awake and sing,

And joyous be thy mood,

Thy God who maketh everything

Is, and abides thy good—

Thy treasure and inheritance!Thy glory and delight!Thy saving health and sure defence!He keeps and guides thee right.

Thy treasure and inheritance!

Thy glory and delight!

Thy saving health and sure defence!

He keeps and guides thee right.

Why do thy cares both night and dayGrieve thee so bitterly?Upon thy God thy burden lay,Who gave thy life to thee.

Why do thy cares both night and day

Grieve thee so bitterly?

Upon thy God thy burden lay,

Who gave thy life to thee.

Hath He not all the weary wayFrom youth till now thee led,Oft chas'd misfortune's clouds awayThat gather'd o'er thy head?

Hath He not all the weary way

From youth till now thee led,

Oft chas'd misfortune's clouds away

That gather'd o'er thy head?

In all His rule no oversightCan happen, no mistakes;Whate'er He does or leaves is right,A happy issue takes.

In all His rule no oversight

Can happen, no mistakes;

Whate'er He does or leaves is right,

A happy issue takes.

Let Him work who doth all things well,Nor with Him interfere,And so thou shalt in glory dwell,And peace enjoy while here.

Let Him work who doth all things well,

Nor with Him interfere,

And so thou shalt in glory dwell,

And peace enjoy while here.

TO GOD ALONE BE GLORY.How can it be, my highest Light!That as before Thy face so brightAll things must pale and vanish,That my poor feeble flesh and bloodCan summon a courageous moodTo meet Thee, and fear banish?But dust and ashes what am I?My body what but grass so dry?What good the life I'm living?What can I with my utmost pow'r?What have I, Lord! from hour to hourBut what Thyself art giving?I am a poor and feeble worm,A straw, the lightest passing stormCould drive away before it.When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay,Dost on me e'er so lightly lay,I know not how t' endure it.Lord! I am nought, but Thou art HeWho art all—all belongs to Thee,And live and move I everIn Thee—if Thou me terrifi'st,No store of grace to help suppli'stI can recover never.I am unjust, but true Thy heart,I evil am—Thou holy art,This thought should shame be giving,That I in such an evil stand,Should from Thy mild paternal hand,The least good be receiving.Nought else but ill from infancyUp e'en till now I've done to Thee,In sin was I begotten;And didst Thou not in faithfulnessMy sin remit, and me release,Lost were I and forgotten.Let boasting then be far from me,What is Thy due I render Thee,To Thee alone be glory!O Christ! may while I live belowMy spirit, and what thence may flow,With reverence adore Thee.And if aught hath been done by meThat is well done, it came from Thee,My pow'r could do it never.Thee thanks and honour, Lord! I bring,All my life long Thy praise I'll sing,And tell Thy glory ever.

How can it be, my highest Light!That as before Thy face so brightAll things must pale and vanish,That my poor feeble flesh and bloodCan summon a courageous moodTo meet Thee, and fear banish?

How can it be, my highest Light!

That as before Thy face so bright

All things must pale and vanish,

That my poor feeble flesh and blood

Can summon a courageous mood

To meet Thee, and fear banish?

But dust and ashes what am I?My body what but grass so dry?What good the life I'm living?What can I with my utmost pow'r?What have I, Lord! from hour to hourBut what Thyself art giving?

But dust and ashes what am I?

My body what but grass so dry?

What good the life I'm living?

What can I with my utmost pow'r?

What have I, Lord! from hour to hour

But what Thyself art giving?

I am a poor and feeble worm,A straw, the lightest passing stormCould drive away before it.When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay,Dost on me e'er so lightly lay,I know not how t' endure it.

I am a poor and feeble worm,

A straw, the lightest passing storm

Could drive away before it.

When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay,

Dost on me e'er so lightly lay,

I know not how t' endure it.

Lord! I am nought, but Thou art HeWho art all—all belongs to Thee,And live and move I everIn Thee—if Thou me terrifi'st,No store of grace to help suppli'stI can recover never.

Lord! I am nought, but Thou art He

Who art all—all belongs to Thee,

And live and move I ever

In Thee—if Thou me terrifi'st,

No store of grace to help suppli'st

I can recover never.

I am unjust, but true Thy heart,I evil am—Thou holy art,This thought should shame be giving,That I in such an evil stand,Should from Thy mild paternal hand,The least good be receiving.

I am unjust, but true Thy heart,

I evil am—Thou holy art,

This thought should shame be giving,

That I in such an evil stand,

Should from Thy mild paternal hand,

The least good be receiving.

Nought else but ill from infancyUp e'en till now I've done to Thee,In sin was I begotten;And didst Thou not in faithfulnessMy sin remit, and me release,Lost were I and forgotten.

Nought else but ill from infancy

Up e'en till now I've done to Thee,

In sin was I begotten;

And didst Thou not in faithfulness

My sin remit, and me release,

Lost were I and forgotten.

Let boasting then be far from me,What is Thy due I render Thee,To Thee alone be glory!O Christ! may while I live belowMy spirit, and what thence may flow,With reverence adore Thee.

Let boasting then be far from me,

What is Thy due I render Thee,

To Thee alone be glory!

O Christ! may while I live below

My spirit, and what thence may flow,

With reverence adore Thee.

And if aught hath been done by meThat is well done, it came from Thee,My pow'r could do it never.Thee thanks and honour, Lord! I bring,All my life long Thy praise I'll sing,And tell Thy glory ever.

And if aught hath been done by me

That is well done, it came from Thee,

My pow'r could do it never.

Thee thanks and honour, Lord! I bring,

All my life long Thy praise I'll sing,

And tell Thy glory ever.

SONG OF THANKSGIVING AFTER GREAT SORROW AND AFFLICTION.After clouds we see the sun,Joy we feel when grief is gone,After bitter pain and soreCometh consolation's hour.Then my soul that sank before,Even down to hell's dark door,To the heav'nly choir doth soar.He 'fore whom the world shall flee,In my spirit comforts me,With His high and mighty hand,Tears me from the hellish band.With the love to me He shows,Swells my heart and overflows,And my blood with rapture glows.Did I e'er 'neath sorrow bend?Did my heart grief ever rend?Have I e'er been vexèd sore?Satan e'er fool'd me before?Aye—but henceforth am I free,Faithfully thou shieldest me,My salvation comes from Thee!What thou mean'st, my bitter foe!By thy deeds tow'rds me I know;Truly thou with all thy pow'rSeek'st me ever to devour.Had I too much trusted thee,Then had'st thou, ere I could see,In thy snares entangled me.All the guile I know full wellThat in thy bad heart doth dwell;Thou my God malign'st to me,Turn'st His praise to obloquy;Speaketh out His loving heart,Keeps He silence on His part,All He doth dost thou pervert.If I hope and look for good,If I'm in a joyous mood,From my mind thou driv'st awayEvery good thought—and dost say:“God doth far from thee abide,Riseth high misfortune's tideRound thee now on every side.”Hence depart! thou lying mouth,Here is God's own ground in truth,For the face of God is here,And the beauteous light and clearOf His favour, here doth rise,All His word and counsel wise,Op'd are now before mine eyes.God lets none in sadness stay,He with shame drives none away,Who themselves up to Him give,With the whole heart to Him cleave,Who their cares on Him aye cast,And hope in Him—joy at last,For the soul and body taste.Though it comes not as we will,Just to-day—yet be thou still,For perchance to-morrow mayBe the bright and joyous day.God's time comes with measur'd step,When it comes His word He'll keepAnd joy's harvest we shall reap.Ah! how often did I think,As my feet began to sink'Neath the heavy load of care,In the mire of blank despair,Now there is no hope for me,Rest for me there cannot beTill I enter death's dark sea.But my God put forth His pow'rTo avert and to restore,That I ne'er enough can tellWhat His arm hath done so well;When no path I could descry,When no help to guide was nigh,Help God sent me from on high.When I timid and perplex'dOften have my spirit vex'd,Sleepless toss'd thro' all the night,Sick at heart when dawn'd the light,When heart fail'd me utterly,Hast Thou then appear'd to me,Turning my captivity.Now as long as here I roam,Have on earth a house and home,'Fore mine eyes continuallyShall this thing of wonder be.All my life long shall I bringOfferings of thanks, and singSongs of praise to God my King.Every grief and every smart,By th'eternal Father's heartEver yet appointed me,Or that may hereafter beChosen for me, all my daysFrom His gracious hand always,I'll receive with joy and praise.I will tread woe's bitter path,I will onward go to death,I into the grave will go,Still my heart with joy shall glow.Whom the Highest will raise high,Whom th' Almighty standeth nigh,Ne'er can perish utterly.

After clouds we see the sun,Joy we feel when grief is gone,After bitter pain and soreCometh consolation's hour.Then my soul that sank before,Even down to hell's dark door,To the heav'nly choir doth soar.

After clouds we see the sun,

Joy we feel when grief is gone,

After bitter pain and sore

Cometh consolation's hour.

Then my soul that sank before,

Even down to hell's dark door,

To the heav'nly choir doth soar.

He 'fore whom the world shall flee,In my spirit comforts me,With His high and mighty hand,Tears me from the hellish band.With the love to me He shows,Swells my heart and overflows,And my blood with rapture glows.

He 'fore whom the world shall flee,

In my spirit comforts me,

With His high and mighty hand,

Tears me from the hellish band.

With the love to me He shows,

Swells my heart and overflows,

And my blood with rapture glows.

Did I e'er 'neath sorrow bend?Did my heart grief ever rend?Have I e'er been vexèd sore?Satan e'er fool'd me before?Aye—but henceforth am I free,Faithfully thou shieldest me,My salvation comes from Thee!

Did I e'er 'neath sorrow bend?

Did my heart grief ever rend?

Have I e'er been vexèd sore?

Satan e'er fool'd me before?

Aye—but henceforth am I free,

Faithfully thou shieldest me,

My salvation comes from Thee!

What thou mean'st, my bitter foe!By thy deeds tow'rds me I know;Truly thou with all thy pow'rSeek'st me ever to devour.Had I too much trusted thee,Then had'st thou, ere I could see,In thy snares entangled me.

What thou mean'st, my bitter foe!

By thy deeds tow'rds me I know;

Truly thou with all thy pow'r

Seek'st me ever to devour.

Had I too much trusted thee,

Then had'st thou, ere I could see,

In thy snares entangled me.

All the guile I know full wellThat in thy bad heart doth dwell;Thou my God malign'st to me,Turn'st His praise to obloquy;Speaketh out His loving heart,Keeps He silence on His part,All He doth dost thou pervert.

All the guile I know full well

That in thy bad heart doth dwell;

Thou my God malign'st to me,

Turn'st His praise to obloquy;

Speaketh out His loving heart,

Keeps He silence on His part,

All He doth dost thou pervert.

If I hope and look for good,If I'm in a joyous mood,From my mind thou driv'st awayEvery good thought—and dost say:“God doth far from thee abide,Riseth high misfortune's tideRound thee now on every side.”

If I hope and look for good,

If I'm in a joyous mood,

From my mind thou driv'st away

Every good thought—and dost say:

“God doth far from thee abide,

Riseth high misfortune's tide

Round thee now on every side.”

Hence depart! thou lying mouth,Here is God's own ground in truth,For the face of God is here,And the beauteous light and clearOf His favour, here doth rise,All His word and counsel wise,Op'd are now before mine eyes.

Hence depart! thou lying mouth,

Here is God's own ground in truth,

For the face of God is here,

And the beauteous light and clear

Of His favour, here doth rise,

All His word and counsel wise,

Op'd are now before mine eyes.

God lets none in sadness stay,He with shame drives none away,Who themselves up to Him give,With the whole heart to Him cleave,Who their cares on Him aye cast,And hope in Him—joy at last,For the soul and body taste.

God lets none in sadness stay,

He with shame drives none away,

Who themselves up to Him give,

With the whole heart to Him cleave,

Who their cares on Him aye cast,

And hope in Him—joy at last,

For the soul and body taste.

Though it comes not as we will,Just to-day—yet be thou still,For perchance to-morrow mayBe the bright and joyous day.God's time comes with measur'd step,When it comes His word He'll keepAnd joy's harvest we shall reap.

Though it comes not as we will,

Just to-day—yet be thou still,

For perchance to-morrow may

Be the bright and joyous day.

God's time comes with measur'd step,

When it comes His word He'll keep

And joy's harvest we shall reap.

Ah! how often did I think,As my feet began to sink'Neath the heavy load of care,In the mire of blank despair,Now there is no hope for me,Rest for me there cannot beTill I enter death's dark sea.

Ah! how often did I think,

As my feet began to sink

'Neath the heavy load of care,

In the mire of blank despair,

Now there is no hope for me,

Rest for me there cannot be

Till I enter death's dark sea.

But my God put forth His pow'rTo avert and to restore,That I ne'er enough can tellWhat His arm hath done so well;When no path I could descry,When no help to guide was nigh,Help God sent me from on high.

But my God put forth His pow'r

To avert and to restore,

That I ne'er enough can tell

What His arm hath done so well;

When no path I could descry,

When no help to guide was nigh,

Help God sent me from on high.

When I timid and perplex'dOften have my spirit vex'd,Sleepless toss'd thro' all the night,Sick at heart when dawn'd the light,When heart fail'd me utterly,Hast Thou then appear'd to me,Turning my captivity.

When I timid and perplex'd

Often have my spirit vex'd,

Sleepless toss'd thro' all the night,

Sick at heart when dawn'd the light,

When heart fail'd me utterly,

Hast Thou then appear'd to me,

Turning my captivity.

Now as long as here I roam,Have on earth a house and home,'Fore mine eyes continuallyShall this thing of wonder be.All my life long shall I bringOfferings of thanks, and singSongs of praise to God my King.

Now as long as here I roam,

Have on earth a house and home,

'Fore mine eyes continually

Shall this thing of wonder be.

All my life long shall I bring

Offerings of thanks, and sing

Songs of praise to God my King.

Every grief and every smart,By th'eternal Father's heartEver yet appointed me,Or that may hereafter beChosen for me, all my daysFrom His gracious hand always,I'll receive with joy and praise.

Every grief and every smart,

By th'eternal Father's heart

Ever yet appointed me,

Or that may hereafter be

Chosen for me, all my days

From His gracious hand always,

I'll receive with joy and praise.

I will tread woe's bitter path,I will onward go to death,I into the grave will go,Still my heart with joy shall glow.Whom the Highest will raise high,Whom th' Almighty standeth nigh,Ne'er can perish utterly.

I will tread woe's bitter path,

I will onward go to death,

I into the grave will go,

Still my heart with joy shall glow.

Whom the Highest will raise high,

Whom th' Almighty standeth nigh,

Ne'er can perish utterly.

THE 23RD PSALM OF DAVID.The Lord, the earth who ruleth,And with His hand controlleth,Whose goodness never endeth,He watcheth me and tendeth.As long as He is near meWith every gift He'll cheer me,Of fulness overflowingThe riches aye bestowing.By pastures green He leads me,With gladness there He feeds me,From purest springs revives me,In need He counsel gives me.And when the soul is fearfulThrough grievous thoughts and careful,He comfort giveth everAnd knows how to deliver.My steps aright He leadeth,And what to do me guideth,And for His name's sake gloriousO'er fear makes me victorious.Though often left to ponder,While in dark vales I wander,No evil fear I ever,Distress o'ertakes me never.Thou standest still beside me,From wicked men dost hide me,Thy rod and staff protect me,And no fear can deject me.My table Thou preparest,For my refreshment carest,When foes are plotting round me,And seek to pain and wound me.My head with oil anointest,My empty soul appointestOf every good and pleasureA full o'erflowing measure.The goodness Thou bestowest,The mercy that Thou showest,Till life itself forsake me,Shall glad and joyful make me.Thy service will I neverForsake, but praise Thee ever,In Thy house where Thou livest,Reward to goodness givest.As long as life is givenOn earth here, and in heavenWhere I shall stand before Thee,I'll evermore adore Thee!

The Lord, the earth who ruleth,And with His hand controlleth,Whose goodness never endeth,He watcheth me and tendeth.

The Lord, the earth who ruleth,

And with His hand controlleth,

Whose goodness never endeth,

He watcheth me and tendeth.

As long as He is near meWith every gift He'll cheer me,Of fulness overflowingThe riches aye bestowing.

As long as He is near me

With every gift He'll cheer me,

Of fulness overflowing

The riches aye bestowing.

By pastures green He leads me,With gladness there He feeds me,From purest springs revives me,In need He counsel gives me.

By pastures green He leads me,

With gladness there He feeds me,

From purest springs revives me,

In need He counsel gives me.

And when the soul is fearfulThrough grievous thoughts and careful,He comfort giveth everAnd knows how to deliver.

And when the soul is fearful

Through grievous thoughts and careful,

He comfort giveth ever

And knows how to deliver.

My steps aright He leadeth,And what to do me guideth,And for His name's sake gloriousO'er fear makes me victorious.

My steps aright He leadeth,

And what to do me guideth,

And for His name's sake glorious

O'er fear makes me victorious.

Though often left to ponder,While in dark vales I wander,No evil fear I ever,Distress o'ertakes me never.

Though often left to ponder,

While in dark vales I wander,

No evil fear I ever,

Distress o'ertakes me never.

Thou standest still beside me,From wicked men dost hide me,Thy rod and staff protect me,And no fear can deject me.

Thou standest still beside me,

From wicked men dost hide me,

Thy rod and staff protect me,

And no fear can deject me.

My table Thou preparest,For my refreshment carest,When foes are plotting round me,And seek to pain and wound me.

My table Thou preparest,

For my refreshment carest,

When foes are plotting round me,

And seek to pain and wound me.

My head with oil anointest,My empty soul appointestOf every good and pleasureA full o'erflowing measure.

My head with oil anointest,

My empty soul appointest

Of every good and pleasure

A full o'erflowing measure.

The goodness Thou bestowest,The mercy that Thou showest,Till life itself forsake me,Shall glad and joyful make me.

The goodness Thou bestowest,

The mercy that Thou showest,

Till life itself forsake me,

Shall glad and joyful make me.

Thy service will I neverForsake, but praise Thee ever,In Thy house where Thou livest,Reward to goodness givest.

Thy service will I never

Forsake, but praise Thee ever,

In Thy house where Thou livest,

Reward to goodness givest.

As long as life is givenOn earth here, and in heavenWhere I shall stand before Thee,I'll evermore adore Thee!

As long as life is given

On earth here, and in heaven

Where I shall stand before Thee,

I'll evermore adore Thee!

Morning and Evening Songs.MORNING BLESSING.The golden morning,Joy her adorning,With splendour near usDraweth, to cheer usWith her heart-refreshing and lovely light.My head and membersLay wrapt all in slumbers,But now awaking,And sleep from me shaking,Heaven's bless'd sunshine doth gladden my sight.Mine eye beholdethWhat God upholdeth,Made for His glory,To tell the storyTo us of His power and might so great,And where the FatherThe faithful shall gatherIn peace, wheneverEarth's lies they shall severAnd leave this mortal and perishing state.Come ye with singing,To God be bringingGoods and each blessing—All we're possessing—All be to God as an offering brought.Hearts with love glowing,With praises o'erflowing,Thanksgiving voices,In these God rejoices,All other off'rings without them are nought.To morn and evenHis thoughts are given,Increase He giveth,Sorrow relieveth,These are the works that He doeth alone.When we are sleepingWatch is He aye keeping,When we're awakingCare still of us taking,He makes the light of His grace to shine down.My thoughts I've raisèdTo Thee who'rt praisèdFor aye in Heaven!Success be given,May all my endeavours unhinder'd be!From ev'ry evilAnd work of the devil,All malice ever,Oh do Thou deliver!In all Thy precepts establish Thou me!May't pleasure give me,May no pain grieve meTo see flow overThe cup my brotherOr neighbour hath, with Thy blessings so free.Covetous burningAnd unchristian yearningFor ill possessions,Blot out such transgressions,Cast them, O Father! all into the sea!The life we're livingWhat is it giving?Ere any thinkethTo ground it sinketh,Soon as the breath of the grave on it blow.All things togetherDread ruin must shiver,The earth and heavenThey must perish even,Wrapt in the flames that shall ardently glow!All—all decayeth,But God still stayeth,His thoughts they waverA moment never,His word and will both eternally 'dure.His grace and favourUninjur'd are ever,Deadly wounds healing,The heart with peace filling,Health here and yonder to us they ensure.My God for everDo Thou deliver!Shield me, and coverMy debts all over,In grace, Thine eyes from my sins turn away.Govern and guide me,Be ever beside me,As it is pleasingTo Thee! am I placingAll in Thy hand and disposal for aye.Wilt Thou give everTo me whateverMy life is needing?May I be heedingEver the faithful word spoken by Thee.God is the highest,The greatest, the nighest,Gracious is ever,Is changeable never,Of all our treasures the noblest is He.Wilt Thou then grieve me,Gall to drink give me?Must I be passingThrough cares harassing?Do then as seemeth it good unto Thee.Whate'er supporteth,Is useful or hurteth,Thou knowest ever,And chastenest neverToo much, in case we o'erburden'd should be.Trial God sendeth,Speedily endethThe storms of ocean,The wind's commotionLightens the sunshine so gladsome and bright.Fulness of pleasure,And glorious leisure,Will then be givenTo me in yon HeavenWhither my thoughts aye to turn take delight.AWAKE, MY HEART!Awake, my heart! be singing,Praise to thy Maker bringing,Of every good the Giver,Who men protecteth ever.As shades of night spread overEarth as a pall did cover,Then Satan sought to have me,But God was near to save me.When Satan would devour me,Thou, Father! spreadest o'er meThy wing, Thou me embraced'st,All fear away Thou chased'st.Thou said'st “Lie still, I'm near thee;In spite of him who'd tear thee,Sleep, child! let nought affright thee,The sunlight shall delight thee.”Thou truly, Lord! hast told it,The light—mine eyes behold it,From dangers hast releas'd me,Thou hast renew'd and bless'd me.Thou sacrifice would'st ever,My gifts I bring Thee hither,The offerings I'm bringingMy pray'rs are and my singing.Such Thou disdainest never,The heart Thou can'st search ever,Thou know'st none can deceive TheeNo better can I give Thee.Thou wilt, O Lord! be endingThy work in me, and sendingWho in his hands will take me,To-day his care will make me.May I in all I'm doingWise courses be pursuing,Beginning, middle, ending,May all to bliss be tending.Thy blessings richly give me,My heart would now receive Thee,Thy word as food be givenTo me till I reach Heaven.PRAISE YE JEHOVAH!Praise ye Jehovah,All ye men who fear Him!Let us with gladness to His name be singing,Be thanks and praises to His altar bringing.Praise ye Jehovah!The life we're livingWho is ever giving;Care all the night who like a father taketh,And who with gladness us from sleep awaketh.Praise ye Jehovah!That we enjoy them,And can still employ them,Our mind and senses and our every member,Thanks do we owe for this let us remember.Praise ye Jehovah!By flames o'erpowering,Us and ours devouring,From house and homestead that we've not been drivenWe owe it to the care of God in Heaven.Praise ye Jehovah!That no thief, breakingThrough our doors and takingOur property, and us assaulting hurt us,Is that He sent His angels to support us.Praise ye Jehovah!Oh, faithful Saviour!Fount of every favour!Ah! let Thy kindness and protection hover,By day and night our life at all times over.Praise ye Jehovah!Deign, Lord, to hear us,And to-day be near us!Supported by Thy grace, may nought e'er hinderOur progress; and, in need, help speedy render.Praise ye Jehovah!Our will subduing,Make us Thine be doing,Teach us to labour faithfully; wheneverBeneath the load we're sinking, then deliver.Praise ye Jehovah!Do Thou direct usWhen Thou dost afflict us,That we may never mock; but be preparingBefore Thy throne hereafter for appearing.Praise ye Jehovah!And all true-heartedWho're by grace convertedWilt Thou, Lord, come for, and by grace be bringingWhere all Thine angels evermore are singing,Praise ye Jehovah!EVENING BLESSING.The daylight disappeareth,It fleeth, and night neareth,Its gloom is spreading o'er us,With slumber to o'erpower usAnd all the wearied earth.The working day now endeth,My heart to Thee ascendeth,For toil and rest who'st givenThe morning and the even,—In praise my heart bursts forth.Break forth, my heart, in singing,Praise to thy Maker bringing,Who soul and body giveth,More good than heart conceiveth,Or tongue can ever tell;No moment passeth overThat doth not much discoverOf goodness overflowing,He's aye on us bestowing,Each hour doth show it well.Just as the shepherd's treasure,The sheep in boundless pleasureO'er greenest pastures wander,Their guardian's guidance under,With free and fearless mind,Themselves with flowers filling,Their thirst at fresh springs stilling,So me to-day hath guided,With every good provided,My Shepherd, good and kind.God hath not me forsaken,Though I sin's course have taken,Not fearing e'er to leave Him,By waywardness to grieve Him,And wound His Father-heart.Let, Father, Thy zeal neverBurn 'gainst me, nor me severFrom Thee and from Thy blessing;My doing and transgressingAwake regret and smart.Oh! hear me, Father, praying,My waywardness and strayingFrom Thee, my evil doing,Into the ocean throwing,Forgive eternally.But may Thine angels hoverRound me, and be my cover,All evil from me keeping;With Thee will I be sleeping,I'll rise again with Thee.Now may mine eyelids closingBe peacefully reposing,All free from care and sorrow,Till on the golden morrowI joyfully awake.Thy wings shall shield me ever,The enemy shall neverThy flock and me endanger,Whom day and night in angerHis prey he seeks to make.When silent or when talking,When sitting or when walking,To Thee I'm wholly given,Thou art my life from heaven,This word is true and sore.In every undertaking,In sleeping hours and waking,My fortress art Thou ever,Thine arm doth aye deliver,My bliss doth aye endure.NOW SPREAD ARE EVENING'S SHADOWS.Now spread are evening's shadows,O'er forests, towns, and meadows,And sleepeth ev'ry eye;Awake my pow'rs and sing ye,And pray'r and praises bring ye,That your Creator please on high!O Sun! where art thou vanish'd?The night thy light hath banish'd,The night of day the foe;Go then, for now appearethAnother Sun and cheerethMy heart—'tis Jesus Christ, my joy!We've seen the day's declining,The golden stars are shiningIn yonder dark-blue sky.There shall I be for everWhen God doth me deliver,From this low vale of misery.To rest the body hasteth,Itself of clothes divesteth,Type of mortality!I'll put it off, and o'er meChrist will the robe of gloryThrow, and of immortality!Head, hands, and feet so tirèdAre glad the day's expirèd,That work comes to an end;My heart be fill'd with gladnessThat God from all earth's sadness,And from sin's toil relief will send.Lie down, my members tirèdUpon your couch desirèd,Lie down my wearied head!A day and hour is nearingThey'll be for you preparingBeneath the sod, a quiet bed.Mine eyes scarce ope are keeping,A moment—I'll be sleeping,Where's body then and soul?In grace Thy care then make me,May evil ne'er o'ertake me,Thou Shepherd Lord of Israel!O Jesus, be my cover!And spread both Thy wings overThy child, and shield Thou me!Though Satan would devour me,Let angels ever o'er meSing, “This child shall uninjur'd be!”And you, my well belovèd!Shall by no ill be movèd,No danger shall betide.God peaceful slumbers send you,With golden arms defend you,Send guardian angels to your side!

MORNING BLESSING.The golden morning,Joy her adorning,With splendour near usDraweth, to cheer usWith her heart-refreshing and lovely light.My head and membersLay wrapt all in slumbers,But now awaking,And sleep from me shaking,Heaven's bless'd sunshine doth gladden my sight.Mine eye beholdethWhat God upholdeth,Made for His glory,To tell the storyTo us of His power and might so great,And where the FatherThe faithful shall gatherIn peace, wheneverEarth's lies they shall severAnd leave this mortal and perishing state.Come ye with singing,To God be bringingGoods and each blessing—All we're possessing—All be to God as an offering brought.Hearts with love glowing,With praises o'erflowing,Thanksgiving voices,In these God rejoices,All other off'rings without them are nought.To morn and evenHis thoughts are given,Increase He giveth,Sorrow relieveth,These are the works that He doeth alone.When we are sleepingWatch is He aye keeping,When we're awakingCare still of us taking,He makes the light of His grace to shine down.My thoughts I've raisèdTo Thee who'rt praisèdFor aye in Heaven!Success be given,May all my endeavours unhinder'd be!From ev'ry evilAnd work of the devil,All malice ever,Oh do Thou deliver!In all Thy precepts establish Thou me!May't pleasure give me,May no pain grieve meTo see flow overThe cup my brotherOr neighbour hath, with Thy blessings so free.Covetous burningAnd unchristian yearningFor ill possessions,Blot out such transgressions,Cast them, O Father! all into the sea!The life we're livingWhat is it giving?Ere any thinkethTo ground it sinketh,Soon as the breath of the grave on it blow.All things togetherDread ruin must shiver,The earth and heavenThey must perish even,Wrapt in the flames that shall ardently glow!All—all decayeth,But God still stayeth,His thoughts they waverA moment never,His word and will both eternally 'dure.His grace and favourUninjur'd are ever,Deadly wounds healing,The heart with peace filling,Health here and yonder to us they ensure.My God for everDo Thou deliver!Shield me, and coverMy debts all over,In grace, Thine eyes from my sins turn away.Govern and guide me,Be ever beside me,As it is pleasingTo Thee! am I placingAll in Thy hand and disposal for aye.Wilt Thou give everTo me whateverMy life is needing?May I be heedingEver the faithful word spoken by Thee.God is the highest,The greatest, the nighest,Gracious is ever,Is changeable never,Of all our treasures the noblest is He.Wilt Thou then grieve me,Gall to drink give me?Must I be passingThrough cares harassing?Do then as seemeth it good unto Thee.Whate'er supporteth,Is useful or hurteth,Thou knowest ever,And chastenest neverToo much, in case we o'erburden'd should be.Trial God sendeth,Speedily endethThe storms of ocean,The wind's commotionLightens the sunshine so gladsome and bright.Fulness of pleasure,And glorious leisure,Will then be givenTo me in yon HeavenWhither my thoughts aye to turn take delight.

The golden morning,Joy her adorning,With splendour near usDraweth, to cheer usWith her heart-refreshing and lovely light.My head and membersLay wrapt all in slumbers,But now awaking,And sleep from me shaking,Heaven's bless'd sunshine doth gladden my sight.

The golden morning,

Joy her adorning,

With splendour near us

Draweth, to cheer us

With her heart-refreshing and lovely light.

My head and members

Lay wrapt all in slumbers,

But now awaking,

And sleep from me shaking,

Heaven's bless'd sunshine doth gladden my sight.

Mine eye beholdethWhat God upholdeth,Made for His glory,To tell the storyTo us of His power and might so great,And where the FatherThe faithful shall gatherIn peace, wheneverEarth's lies they shall severAnd leave this mortal and perishing state.

Mine eye beholdeth

What God upholdeth,

Made for His glory,

To tell the story

To us of His power and might so great,

And where the Father

The faithful shall gather

In peace, whenever

Earth's lies they shall sever

And leave this mortal and perishing state.

Come ye with singing,To God be bringingGoods and each blessing—All we're possessing—All be to God as an offering brought.Hearts with love glowing,With praises o'erflowing,Thanksgiving voices,In these God rejoices,All other off'rings without them are nought.

Come ye with singing,

To God be bringing

Goods and each blessing—

All we're possessing—

All be to God as an offering brought.

Hearts with love glowing,

With praises o'erflowing,

Thanksgiving voices,

In these God rejoices,

All other off'rings without them are nought.

To morn and evenHis thoughts are given,Increase He giveth,Sorrow relieveth,These are the works that He doeth alone.When we are sleepingWatch is He aye keeping,When we're awakingCare still of us taking,He makes the light of His grace to shine down.

To morn and even

His thoughts are given,

Increase He giveth,

Sorrow relieveth,

These are the works that He doeth alone.

When we are sleeping

Watch is He aye keeping,

When we're awaking

Care still of us taking,

He makes the light of His grace to shine down.

My thoughts I've raisèdTo Thee who'rt praisèdFor aye in Heaven!Success be given,May all my endeavours unhinder'd be!From ev'ry evilAnd work of the devil,All malice ever,Oh do Thou deliver!In all Thy precepts establish Thou me!

My thoughts I've raisèd

To Thee who'rt praisèd

For aye in Heaven!

Success be given,

May all my endeavours unhinder'd be!

From ev'ry evil

And work of the devil,

All malice ever,

Oh do Thou deliver!

In all Thy precepts establish Thou me!

May't pleasure give me,May no pain grieve meTo see flow overThe cup my brotherOr neighbour hath, with Thy blessings so free.Covetous burningAnd unchristian yearningFor ill possessions,Blot out such transgressions,Cast them, O Father! all into the sea!

May't pleasure give me,

May no pain grieve me

To see flow over

The cup my brother

Or neighbour hath, with Thy blessings so free.

Covetous burning

And unchristian yearning

For ill possessions,

Blot out such transgressions,

Cast them, O Father! all into the sea!

The life we're livingWhat is it giving?Ere any thinkethTo ground it sinketh,Soon as the breath of the grave on it blow.All things togetherDread ruin must shiver,The earth and heavenThey must perish even,Wrapt in the flames that shall ardently glow!

The life we're living

What is it giving?

Ere any thinketh

To ground it sinketh,

Soon as the breath of the grave on it blow.

All things together

Dread ruin must shiver,

The earth and heaven

They must perish even,

Wrapt in the flames that shall ardently glow!

All—all decayeth,But God still stayeth,His thoughts they waverA moment never,His word and will both eternally 'dure.His grace and favourUninjur'd are ever,Deadly wounds healing,The heart with peace filling,Health here and yonder to us they ensure.

All—all decayeth,

But God still stayeth,

His thoughts they waver

A moment never,

His word and will both eternally 'dure.

His grace and favour

Uninjur'd are ever,

Deadly wounds healing,

The heart with peace filling,

Health here and yonder to us they ensure.

My God for everDo Thou deliver!Shield me, and coverMy debts all over,In grace, Thine eyes from my sins turn away.Govern and guide me,Be ever beside me,As it is pleasingTo Thee! am I placingAll in Thy hand and disposal for aye.

My God for ever

Do Thou deliver!

Shield me, and cover

My debts all over,

In grace, Thine eyes from my sins turn away.

Govern and guide me,

Be ever beside me,

As it is pleasing

To Thee! am I placing

All in Thy hand and disposal for aye.

Wilt Thou give everTo me whateverMy life is needing?May I be heedingEver the faithful word spoken by Thee.God is the highest,The greatest, the nighest,Gracious is ever,Is changeable never,Of all our treasures the noblest is He.

Wilt Thou give ever

To me whatever

My life is needing?

May I be heeding

Ever the faithful word spoken by Thee.

God is the highest,

The greatest, the nighest,

Gracious is ever,

Is changeable never,

Of all our treasures the noblest is He.

Wilt Thou then grieve me,Gall to drink give me?Must I be passingThrough cares harassing?Do then as seemeth it good unto Thee.Whate'er supporteth,Is useful or hurteth,Thou knowest ever,And chastenest neverToo much, in case we o'erburden'd should be.

Wilt Thou then grieve me,

Gall to drink give me?

Must I be passing

Through cares harassing?

Do then as seemeth it good unto Thee.

Whate'er supporteth,

Is useful or hurteth,

Thou knowest ever,

And chastenest never

Too much, in case we o'erburden'd should be.

Trial God sendeth,Speedily endethThe storms of ocean,The wind's commotionLightens the sunshine so gladsome and bright.Fulness of pleasure,And glorious leisure,Will then be givenTo me in yon HeavenWhither my thoughts aye to turn take delight.

Trial God sendeth,

Speedily endeth

The storms of ocean,

The wind's commotion

Lightens the sunshine so gladsome and bright.

Fulness of pleasure,

And glorious leisure,

Will then be given

To me in yon Heaven

Whither my thoughts aye to turn take delight.

AWAKE, MY HEART!Awake, my heart! be singing,Praise to thy Maker bringing,Of every good the Giver,Who men protecteth ever.As shades of night spread overEarth as a pall did cover,Then Satan sought to have me,But God was near to save me.When Satan would devour me,Thou, Father! spreadest o'er meThy wing, Thou me embraced'st,All fear away Thou chased'st.Thou said'st “Lie still, I'm near thee;In spite of him who'd tear thee,Sleep, child! let nought affright thee,The sunlight shall delight thee.”Thou truly, Lord! hast told it,The light—mine eyes behold it,From dangers hast releas'd me,Thou hast renew'd and bless'd me.Thou sacrifice would'st ever,My gifts I bring Thee hither,The offerings I'm bringingMy pray'rs are and my singing.Such Thou disdainest never,The heart Thou can'st search ever,Thou know'st none can deceive TheeNo better can I give Thee.Thou wilt, O Lord! be endingThy work in me, and sendingWho in his hands will take me,To-day his care will make me.May I in all I'm doingWise courses be pursuing,Beginning, middle, ending,May all to bliss be tending.Thy blessings richly give me,My heart would now receive Thee,Thy word as food be givenTo me till I reach Heaven.

Awake, my heart! be singing,Praise to thy Maker bringing,Of every good the Giver,Who men protecteth ever.

Awake, my heart! be singing,

Praise to thy Maker bringing,

Of every good the Giver,

Who men protecteth ever.

As shades of night spread overEarth as a pall did cover,Then Satan sought to have me,But God was near to save me.

As shades of night spread over

Earth as a pall did cover,

Then Satan sought to have me,

But God was near to save me.

When Satan would devour me,Thou, Father! spreadest o'er meThy wing, Thou me embraced'st,All fear away Thou chased'st.

When Satan would devour me,

Thou, Father! spreadest o'er me

Thy wing, Thou me embraced'st,

All fear away Thou chased'st.

Thou said'st “Lie still, I'm near thee;In spite of him who'd tear thee,Sleep, child! let nought affright thee,The sunlight shall delight thee.”

Thou said'st “Lie still, I'm near thee;

In spite of him who'd tear thee,

Sleep, child! let nought affright thee,

The sunlight shall delight thee.”

Thou truly, Lord! hast told it,The light—mine eyes behold it,From dangers hast releas'd me,Thou hast renew'd and bless'd me.

Thou truly, Lord! hast told it,

The light—mine eyes behold it,

From dangers hast releas'd me,

Thou hast renew'd and bless'd me.

Thou sacrifice would'st ever,My gifts I bring Thee hither,The offerings I'm bringingMy pray'rs are and my singing.

Thou sacrifice would'st ever,

My gifts I bring Thee hither,

The offerings I'm bringing

My pray'rs are and my singing.

Such Thou disdainest never,The heart Thou can'st search ever,Thou know'st none can deceive TheeNo better can I give Thee.

Such Thou disdainest never,

The heart Thou can'st search ever,

Thou know'st none can deceive Thee

No better can I give Thee.

Thou wilt, O Lord! be endingThy work in me, and sendingWho in his hands will take me,To-day his care will make me.

Thou wilt, O Lord! be ending

Thy work in me, and sending

Who in his hands will take me,

To-day his care will make me.

May I in all I'm doingWise courses be pursuing,Beginning, middle, ending,May all to bliss be tending.

May I in all I'm doing

Wise courses be pursuing,

Beginning, middle, ending,

May all to bliss be tending.

Thy blessings richly give me,My heart would now receive Thee,Thy word as food be givenTo me till I reach Heaven.

Thy blessings richly give me,

My heart would now receive Thee,

Thy word as food be given

To me till I reach Heaven.

PRAISE YE JEHOVAH!Praise ye Jehovah,All ye men who fear Him!Let us with gladness to His name be singing,Be thanks and praises to His altar bringing.Praise ye Jehovah!The life we're livingWho is ever giving;Care all the night who like a father taketh,And who with gladness us from sleep awaketh.Praise ye Jehovah!That we enjoy them,And can still employ them,Our mind and senses and our every member,Thanks do we owe for this let us remember.Praise ye Jehovah!By flames o'erpowering,Us and ours devouring,From house and homestead that we've not been drivenWe owe it to the care of God in Heaven.Praise ye Jehovah!That no thief, breakingThrough our doors and takingOur property, and us assaulting hurt us,Is that He sent His angels to support us.Praise ye Jehovah!Oh, faithful Saviour!Fount of every favour!Ah! let Thy kindness and protection hover,By day and night our life at all times over.Praise ye Jehovah!Deign, Lord, to hear us,And to-day be near us!Supported by Thy grace, may nought e'er hinderOur progress; and, in need, help speedy render.Praise ye Jehovah!Our will subduing,Make us Thine be doing,Teach us to labour faithfully; wheneverBeneath the load we're sinking, then deliver.Praise ye Jehovah!Do Thou direct usWhen Thou dost afflict us,That we may never mock; but be preparingBefore Thy throne hereafter for appearing.Praise ye Jehovah!And all true-heartedWho're by grace convertedWilt Thou, Lord, come for, and by grace be bringingWhere all Thine angels evermore are singing,Praise ye Jehovah!

Praise ye Jehovah,All ye men who fear Him!Let us with gladness to His name be singing,Be thanks and praises to His altar bringing.Praise ye Jehovah!

Praise ye Jehovah,

All ye men who fear Him!

Let us with gladness to His name be singing,

Be thanks and praises to His altar bringing.

Praise ye Jehovah!

The life we're livingWho is ever giving;Care all the night who like a father taketh,And who with gladness us from sleep awaketh.Praise ye Jehovah!

The life we're living

Who is ever giving;

Care all the night who like a father taketh,

And who with gladness us from sleep awaketh.

Praise ye Jehovah!

That we enjoy them,And can still employ them,Our mind and senses and our every member,Thanks do we owe for this let us remember.Praise ye Jehovah!

That we enjoy them,

And can still employ them,

Our mind and senses and our every member,

Thanks do we owe for this let us remember.

Praise ye Jehovah!

By flames o'erpowering,Us and ours devouring,From house and homestead that we've not been drivenWe owe it to the care of God in Heaven.Praise ye Jehovah!

By flames o'erpowering,

Us and ours devouring,

From house and homestead that we've not been driven

We owe it to the care of God in Heaven.

Praise ye Jehovah!

That no thief, breakingThrough our doors and takingOur property, and us assaulting hurt us,Is that He sent His angels to support us.Praise ye Jehovah!

That no thief, breaking

Through our doors and taking

Our property, and us assaulting hurt us,

Is that He sent His angels to support us.

Praise ye Jehovah!

Oh, faithful Saviour!Fount of every favour!Ah! let Thy kindness and protection hover,By day and night our life at all times over.Praise ye Jehovah!

Oh, faithful Saviour!

Fount of every favour!

Ah! let Thy kindness and protection hover,

By day and night our life at all times over.

Praise ye Jehovah!

Deign, Lord, to hear us,And to-day be near us!Supported by Thy grace, may nought e'er hinderOur progress; and, in need, help speedy render.Praise ye Jehovah!

Deign, Lord, to hear us,

And to-day be near us!

Supported by Thy grace, may nought e'er hinder

Our progress; and, in need, help speedy render.

Praise ye Jehovah!

Our will subduing,Make us Thine be doing,Teach us to labour faithfully; wheneverBeneath the load we're sinking, then deliver.Praise ye Jehovah!

Our will subduing,

Make us Thine be doing,

Teach us to labour faithfully; whenever

Beneath the load we're sinking, then deliver.

Praise ye Jehovah!

Do Thou direct usWhen Thou dost afflict us,That we may never mock; but be preparingBefore Thy throne hereafter for appearing.Praise ye Jehovah!

Do Thou direct us

When Thou dost afflict us,

That we may never mock; but be preparing

Before Thy throne hereafter for appearing.

Praise ye Jehovah!

And all true-heartedWho're by grace convertedWilt Thou, Lord, come for, and by grace be bringingWhere all Thine angels evermore are singing,Praise ye Jehovah!

And all true-hearted

Who're by grace converted

Wilt Thou, Lord, come for, and by grace be bringing

Where all Thine angels evermore are singing,

Praise ye Jehovah!

EVENING BLESSING.The daylight disappeareth,It fleeth, and night neareth,Its gloom is spreading o'er us,With slumber to o'erpower usAnd all the wearied earth.The working day now endeth,My heart to Thee ascendeth,For toil and rest who'st givenThe morning and the even,—In praise my heart bursts forth.Break forth, my heart, in singing,Praise to thy Maker bringing,Who soul and body giveth,More good than heart conceiveth,Or tongue can ever tell;No moment passeth overThat doth not much discoverOf goodness overflowing,He's aye on us bestowing,Each hour doth show it well.Just as the shepherd's treasure,The sheep in boundless pleasureO'er greenest pastures wander,Their guardian's guidance under,With free and fearless mind,Themselves with flowers filling,Their thirst at fresh springs stilling,So me to-day hath guided,With every good provided,My Shepherd, good and kind.God hath not me forsaken,Though I sin's course have taken,Not fearing e'er to leave Him,By waywardness to grieve Him,And wound His Father-heart.Let, Father, Thy zeal neverBurn 'gainst me, nor me severFrom Thee and from Thy blessing;My doing and transgressingAwake regret and smart.Oh! hear me, Father, praying,My waywardness and strayingFrom Thee, my evil doing,Into the ocean throwing,Forgive eternally.But may Thine angels hoverRound me, and be my cover,All evil from me keeping;With Thee will I be sleeping,I'll rise again with Thee.Now may mine eyelids closingBe peacefully reposing,All free from care and sorrow,Till on the golden morrowI joyfully awake.Thy wings shall shield me ever,The enemy shall neverThy flock and me endanger,Whom day and night in angerHis prey he seeks to make.When silent or when talking,When sitting or when walking,To Thee I'm wholly given,Thou art my life from heaven,This word is true and sore.In every undertaking,In sleeping hours and waking,My fortress art Thou ever,Thine arm doth aye deliver,My bliss doth aye endure.

The daylight disappeareth,It fleeth, and night neareth,Its gloom is spreading o'er us,With slumber to o'erpower usAnd all the wearied earth.The working day now endeth,My heart to Thee ascendeth,For toil and rest who'st givenThe morning and the even,—In praise my heart bursts forth.

The daylight disappeareth,

It fleeth, and night neareth,

Its gloom is spreading o'er us,

With slumber to o'erpower us

And all the wearied earth.

The working day now endeth,

My heart to Thee ascendeth,

For toil and rest who'st given

The morning and the even,—

In praise my heart bursts forth.

Break forth, my heart, in singing,Praise to thy Maker bringing,Who soul and body giveth,More good than heart conceiveth,Or tongue can ever tell;No moment passeth overThat doth not much discoverOf goodness overflowing,He's aye on us bestowing,Each hour doth show it well.

Break forth, my heart, in singing,

Praise to thy Maker bringing,

Who soul and body giveth,

More good than heart conceiveth,

Or tongue can ever tell;

No moment passeth over

That doth not much discover

Of goodness overflowing,

He's aye on us bestowing,

Each hour doth show it well.

Just as the shepherd's treasure,The sheep in boundless pleasureO'er greenest pastures wander,Their guardian's guidance under,With free and fearless mind,Themselves with flowers filling,Their thirst at fresh springs stilling,So me to-day hath guided,With every good provided,My Shepherd, good and kind.

Just as the shepherd's treasure,

The sheep in boundless pleasure

O'er greenest pastures wander,

Their guardian's guidance under,

With free and fearless mind,

Themselves with flowers filling,

Their thirst at fresh springs stilling,

So me to-day hath guided,

With every good provided,

My Shepherd, good and kind.

God hath not me forsaken,Though I sin's course have taken,Not fearing e'er to leave Him,By waywardness to grieve Him,And wound His Father-heart.Let, Father, Thy zeal neverBurn 'gainst me, nor me severFrom Thee and from Thy blessing;My doing and transgressingAwake regret and smart.

God hath not me forsaken,

Though I sin's course have taken,

Not fearing e'er to leave Him,

By waywardness to grieve Him,

And wound His Father-heart.

Let, Father, Thy zeal never

Burn 'gainst me, nor me sever

From Thee and from Thy blessing;

My doing and transgressing

Awake regret and smart.

Oh! hear me, Father, praying,My waywardness and strayingFrom Thee, my evil doing,Into the ocean throwing,Forgive eternally.But may Thine angels hoverRound me, and be my cover,All evil from me keeping;With Thee will I be sleeping,I'll rise again with Thee.

Oh! hear me, Father, praying,

My waywardness and straying

From Thee, my evil doing,

Into the ocean throwing,

Forgive eternally.

But may Thine angels hover

Round me, and be my cover,

All evil from me keeping;

With Thee will I be sleeping,

I'll rise again with Thee.

Now may mine eyelids closingBe peacefully reposing,All free from care and sorrow,Till on the golden morrowI joyfully awake.Thy wings shall shield me ever,The enemy shall neverThy flock and me endanger,Whom day and night in angerHis prey he seeks to make.

Now may mine eyelids closing

Be peacefully reposing,

All free from care and sorrow,

Till on the golden morrow

I joyfully awake.

Thy wings shall shield me ever,

The enemy shall never

Thy flock and me endanger,

Whom day and night in anger

His prey he seeks to make.

When silent or when talking,When sitting or when walking,To Thee I'm wholly given,Thou art my life from heaven,This word is true and sore.In every undertaking,In sleeping hours and waking,My fortress art Thou ever,Thine arm doth aye deliver,My bliss doth aye endure.

When silent or when talking,

When sitting or when walking,

To Thee I'm wholly given,

Thou art my life from heaven,

This word is true and sore.

In every undertaking,

In sleeping hours and waking,

My fortress art Thou ever,

Thine arm doth aye deliver,

My bliss doth aye endure.

NOW SPREAD ARE EVENING'S SHADOWS.Now spread are evening's shadows,O'er forests, towns, and meadows,And sleepeth ev'ry eye;Awake my pow'rs and sing ye,And pray'r and praises bring ye,That your Creator please on high!O Sun! where art thou vanish'd?The night thy light hath banish'd,The night of day the foe;Go then, for now appearethAnother Sun and cheerethMy heart—'tis Jesus Christ, my joy!We've seen the day's declining,The golden stars are shiningIn yonder dark-blue sky.There shall I be for everWhen God doth me deliver,From this low vale of misery.To rest the body hasteth,Itself of clothes divesteth,Type of mortality!I'll put it off, and o'er meChrist will the robe of gloryThrow, and of immortality!Head, hands, and feet so tirèdAre glad the day's expirèd,That work comes to an end;My heart be fill'd with gladnessThat God from all earth's sadness,And from sin's toil relief will send.Lie down, my members tirèdUpon your couch desirèd,Lie down my wearied head!A day and hour is nearingThey'll be for you preparingBeneath the sod, a quiet bed.Mine eyes scarce ope are keeping,A moment—I'll be sleeping,Where's body then and soul?In grace Thy care then make me,May evil ne'er o'ertake me,Thou Shepherd Lord of Israel!O Jesus, be my cover!And spread both Thy wings overThy child, and shield Thou me!Though Satan would devour me,Let angels ever o'er meSing, “This child shall uninjur'd be!”And you, my well belovèd!Shall by no ill be movèd,No danger shall betide.God peaceful slumbers send you,With golden arms defend you,Send guardian angels to your side!

Now spread are evening's shadows,O'er forests, towns, and meadows,And sleepeth ev'ry eye;Awake my pow'rs and sing ye,And pray'r and praises bring ye,That your Creator please on high!

Now spread are evening's shadows,

O'er forests, towns, and meadows,

And sleepeth ev'ry eye;

Awake my pow'rs and sing ye,

And pray'r and praises bring ye,

That your Creator please on high!

O Sun! where art thou vanish'd?The night thy light hath banish'd,The night of day the foe;Go then, for now appearethAnother Sun and cheerethMy heart—'tis Jesus Christ, my joy!

O Sun! where art thou vanish'd?

The night thy light hath banish'd,

The night of day the foe;

Go then, for now appeareth

Another Sun and cheereth

My heart—'tis Jesus Christ, my joy!

We've seen the day's declining,The golden stars are shiningIn yonder dark-blue sky.There shall I be for everWhen God doth me deliver,From this low vale of misery.

We've seen the day's declining,

The golden stars are shining

In yonder dark-blue sky.

There shall I be for ever

When God doth me deliver,

From this low vale of misery.

To rest the body hasteth,Itself of clothes divesteth,Type of mortality!I'll put it off, and o'er meChrist will the robe of gloryThrow, and of immortality!

To rest the body hasteth,

Itself of clothes divesteth,

Type of mortality!

I'll put it off, and o'er me

Christ will the robe of glory

Throw, and of immortality!

Head, hands, and feet so tirèdAre glad the day's expirèd,That work comes to an end;My heart be fill'd with gladnessThat God from all earth's sadness,And from sin's toil relief will send.

Head, hands, and feet so tirèd

Are glad the day's expirèd,

That work comes to an end;

My heart be fill'd with gladness

That God from all earth's sadness,

And from sin's toil relief will send.

Lie down, my members tirèdUpon your couch desirèd,Lie down my wearied head!A day and hour is nearingThey'll be for you preparingBeneath the sod, a quiet bed.

Lie down, my members tirèd

Upon your couch desirèd,

Lie down my wearied head!

A day and hour is nearing

They'll be for you preparing

Beneath the sod, a quiet bed.

Mine eyes scarce ope are keeping,A moment—I'll be sleeping,Where's body then and soul?In grace Thy care then make me,May evil ne'er o'ertake me,Thou Shepherd Lord of Israel!

Mine eyes scarce ope are keeping,

A moment—I'll be sleeping,

Where's body then and soul?

In grace Thy care then make me,

May evil ne'er o'ertake me,

Thou Shepherd Lord of Israel!

O Jesus, be my cover!And spread both Thy wings overThy child, and shield Thou me!Though Satan would devour me,Let angels ever o'er meSing, “This child shall uninjur'd be!”

O Jesus, be my cover!

And spread both Thy wings over

Thy child, and shield Thou me!

Though Satan would devour me,

Let angels ever o'er me

Sing, “This child shall uninjur'd be!”

And you, my well belovèd!Shall by no ill be movèd,No danger shall betide.God peaceful slumbers send you,With golden arms defend you,Send guardian angels to your side!

And you, my well belovèd!

Shall by no ill be movèd,

No danger shall betide.

God peaceful slumbers send you,

With golden arms defend you,

Send guardian angels to your side!

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