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The Lord's Day

Hymnal: CHAP1845 #421 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Another six days' work is done Lyrics: 1 Another six day's work is done, Another Lord's-day is begun; Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest; Improve the day thy God has blest. 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of heav'n, And gives this day the food of sev'n. 3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies; And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 4 With joy, Great God! thy works we view In various scenes both old and new; With praise we think on mercies past, With hope we future pleasures taste. 5 In holy duties let the day In holy pleasures pass away: How sweet, this day of rest to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end. Topics: Special Occasions Morning and Evening Languages: English
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Safely thro' another week

Hymnal: CHAP1845 #422 (1845) Lyrics: 1 Safely thro' another week, God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day. Day of all the week the best; Emblem of eternal rest! 2 While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face-- Take away our sins and shame: From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee. 3 Here we're come, thy name to praise; Let us feel thy presence near: May thy glory meet our eyes, While we in thy house appear: Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. 4 May thy gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints; May the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief for all complaints. Thus let ev'ry Lord's-day prove, Till we join the church above. Topics: Special Occasions Morning and Evening Languages: English
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An Evening Hymn

Hymnal: CHAP1845 #423 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Another fleeting day is gone Lyrics: 1 Another fleeting day is gone, Slow o'er the west the shadows rise; Swift the soft stealing hours have flown, And night's dark mantle veils the skies. 2 Another fleeting day is gone, Swept from the records of the year; And still with each successive sun, Life's fading visions disappear. 3 Another fleeting day is gone, To tell thy secrets, O my soul; Faithful before th'eternal throne Thy slightest folly 'twill enroll. 4 Another fleeting day is gone, To join the fugitives before: And I, when life's employ is done, Shall sleep, to wake in time no more. 5 Another fleeting day is gone, And soon a fairer day shall rise; A day, whose never-setting sun, Shall pour his light o'er cloudless skies. 6 Another fleeting day is gone, In solemn silence rest, my soul; Bend--bend before his awful throne, Who bids the morn and evening roll! Topics: Special Occasions Morning and Evening Scripture: Job 8:9 Languages: English
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Thus far the Lord has led me on

Hymnal: CHAP1845 #424 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Thus far the Lord has led me on; Thus far his pow'r prolongs my days; And ev'ry ev'ning shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But he forgives my follies past, And gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep; Peace is the pillow for my head: His ever-watchful eye will keep Its constant guard around my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear: O may thy presence ne’er depart! And in the morning may I bear Thy loving kindness on my heart! Topics: Special Occasions Morning and Evening Languages: English
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Glory to thee, my God, this night

Hymnal: CHAP1845 #425 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Glory to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Under thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may With joy behold the judgment-day. 4 Lord, let my soul forever share The bliss of thy paternal care; 'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face, and sing thy love. 5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Topics: Special Occasions Morning and Evening Languages: English
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Evening

Hymnal: CHAP1845 #426 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Indulgent Father, by whose care Lyrics: 1 Indulgent Father, by whose care, I've pass'd another day, Let me this night thy mercy share, And teach me how to pray. 2 Show me my sins, and how to mourn My guilt before thy face; Direct me, Lord, to Christ alone, And save me by thy grace. 3 Let each returning night declare The tokens of thy love; And ev'ry hour thy grace prepare My soul for joys above. 4 And when on earth I close my eyes, To sleep in death's embrace, Let me to heav'n and glory rise, T'enjoy thy smiling face. Topics: Special Occasions Morning and Evening Languages: English
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The day is past and gone

Hymnal: CHAP1845 #427 (1845) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear, Oh, may I ever keep in mind, The night of death draws near. 2 I lay my garments by, Upon my bed to rest; So death will soon remove me hence, And leave my soul undrest. 3 Lord, keep me safe this night, Secure from all my fears; May angels guard me while I sleep, Till morning light appears. 4 And when I early rise, To view th'unwearied sun, May I set out to win the prize, And after glory run: 5 That when my days are past, And I from time remove, Lord, I may in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love. Topics: Special Occasions Morning and Evening Languages: English
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Lord! thou wilt hear me when I pray

Hymnal: CHAP1845 #428 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord! thou wilt hear me when I pray; I am forever thine; I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin. 2 And while I rest my weary head, From cares and business free; 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed, With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this ev'ning sacrifice; And, when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace, I'll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep! Topics: Special Occasions Morning and Evening Languages: English
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Hope in Sickness

Hymnal: CHAP1845 #429 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord! I am pain'd; but I resign Lyrics: 1 Lord! I am pain'd; but I resign My body to thy will; 'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine Appoints the pains I feel. 2 Dark are the ways of providence, When those who love thee groan: The reasons lie conceal'd from sense, Mysterious and unknown. 3 Yet nature may have leave to speak, And plead before her God, Lest the o'er burden'd heart should break Beneath thine heavy rod. 4 The mournful groans and flowing tears, Give my poor spirit ease; While every groan my Father hears; And every tear he sees. 5 Is not some smiling hour at hand, With peace upon its wings; Give it, O God thy swift command, With all the joys it brings! Topics: Special Occasions Sickness and Recovery Languages: English
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Sick bed Devotion; or, Pleading without repining

Hymnal: CHAP1845 #430 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were, May I be well prepar'd to go When I the summons hear. 6 But if my life be spar'd a while, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Topics: Special Occasions Sickness and Recovery Languages: English

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