I SOFTLY now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
LORD, I would commune with thee!
2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Naught escapes, without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault, and secret sin.
$ Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall for ever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, LORD, to dwell with thee.
4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity;
Then, from thine eternal throne,
JESUS, look with pitying eye.
HYMN 173.

Evening.

IV. 2.

1 INSPIRER and hearer of prayer, Thou shepherd and guardian of thin My all to thy covenant care

I, sleeping or waking, resign.
2 If thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no darkness to me;
And, fast as my minutes roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.

3 A sovereign protector I have,
Unseen, yet for ever at hand;
Unchangeably faithful to save,
Almighty to rule and command.

4 His smiles and his comforts abouna,
His grace, as the dew, shall descend;
And waiis of salvation surround
The soul he delights to defend.

X. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE
HYMN 174. С. М.

Renouncing the World.

1 LET worldly minds the world pursue,
It has no charms for me;
Once I admired.its follies too,
But grace has set me free.

2 Those follies now no longer please,
No more delight afford;
Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have known the LORD.
3 As by the light of opening day
The stars are all conceal'd,
So earthly pleasures fade away
When JESUs is reveal'd.

4 Creatures no more divide my choice,

I bid them all depart;
His name, and love, and gracious voice
Shall tix iny roving heart.

5 Now, LORD, I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee;
Yet worthless still, myself I own,
Thy worth is all my plea.

HYMN 175. L. M.

Not ashamed of CHRIST.

1 JESUS! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee! Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days 2 Ashamed of JESUS! sooner far Let night disown each radiant star; "T is midnight with my soul, till be, Bright morning Star, bid darkness flee. 3 Ashamed of JESUS! O, as soon Let morning blush to own the sun; He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine.

4 Ashamed of JESUS! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend.
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

5 Ashamed of JESUS! empty pride;
I'll boast a Saviour crucified;
And, O, may this my portion be,
My Saviour not ashamed of me:
S. M.

HYMN 176.

Prayer for Christian Graces.

1 JESUS, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'st my prayer:
Give me on thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

2 I want a sober mind,

A self-renouncing will,

That tramples down and casts behind,

The ba baits of pleasing ill:
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss;
Ready to take up and sustain
The consecrated cross.

S I want a godly fear,

A quick, discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit s'ill prepared,
And arm'd with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.

4 I want a heart to pray,

To pray and never cease,
Never to murmur at thy stay,
Or wish my suff'rings less;
This blessing, above all,
Always to pray I want,
Dut of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.

5 I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,

Unmoved by threat'ning or reward,
To thee and thy great name;
A jealous, just concern
For thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify thy grace.

6 I rest upon thy word,

The promise is for me;
My succor and salvation, LORD,
Shall surely come from thee;
But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect love.

HYMN 177. III. 3.
Prayer for Guidance.

1 GUIDE me, O thou great JEHOVAH,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand.
2 Open now the crystal fountains
Whence the living waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey through.
3 Feed me with the heavenly manna
In this barren wilderness;

Be my sword, and shield, and banner;
Be the LORD my righteousness.
4 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.

HYMN 178. L. M.

Following the Example of CHRIST.

1 WHENE'ER the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,

To JESUS let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life.

2 Oh! how benevolent and kind!
How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
3 To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright.
4 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

5 But, ah! how blind, how weak we arel
How frail, how apt to turn aside!
LORD, we depend upon thy care;
We ask thy Spirit for our guide.
6 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,
O Saviour, daily more like thee.

HYMN 179. S. M.
Dutics.

1 A CHARGE to keep I have,
A GOD to glorify;
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky:

2 From youth to hoary age,
My calling to fulfil:

0 may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will.

3 Arm we with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live,
And O! thy servant, LORD, prepare
A strict account to give:
4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely;
Assured if I my trust betray,

I shall for ever die.

"Forgetting those things which are behind," &e. Philip. iii. 13, 14.

1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerv And press with vigor on, A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 "T is God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; 'T is his own hand presents the prize To thine uplifted eye.

4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,

And press with vigor on,

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.

HYMN 181. C. M.
Doubting.

{ THE LORD will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;

Then tell me, gracious GOD, is mine
A contrite heart, or no?

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

If aught is felt, 't is only pain

To find I cannot feel.

3 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;

But when I cry, "My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.

4 I see thy saints with comfort fill'd,
When in thy house of prayer;
But still in bondage I am held,
And find no comfort there.

5 O make this heart rejoice or ache,
Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break;
And heal it, if it be.

Desires after renewed holiness.
10 FOR a closer walk with GoD,
A calm and heavenly frame!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the LORD?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
OF JESUS and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd;
How sweet their mem'ry still:

But now I feel an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee froin my breast.

5 'The dearest idol I have known,
Whatever that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with GoD;

Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

Might I not with reason fear
I should be a cast-away?

4 Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give new life to prayer;
Bring me to my Saviour's feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.

HYMN 184. С. М.

Habitual Devotion.

1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power
Be my vain wishes still'd:
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath'ring storm shall sce;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear,
That heart will rest on thee.

HYMN 185.
Walking with GOD.

1 SINCE I 've known a Saviour's name,
And sin's strong fetters broke,

Careful without care I am,
Nor feel my easy yoke:
Joyful now my faith to show,
I find his service my reward,
All the work I do below

Is light, for such a Lord.

2 To the desert or the cell,
Let others blindly fly,
In this evil world I dwell,
Nor fear its enmity;
Here I find a house of prayer,
To which I inwardly retire;
Walking unconcern'd in care,
And unconsumed in fire.

80 that all the world might know
Of living, LORD, to thee,
Find their heaven begun below,
And here thy goodness see;
Walk in all the works prepared
By thee to exercise their grace,
Till they gain their full reward,
And see thee face to face.

1 AS, when the weary trav'ller gains The height of some commanding hill, His heart revives, if o'er the plains He sees his home, though distant still; 2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views By faith his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize. 8 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers; No more he grieves for sorrows past; Nor any future conflict fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.

O LORD, on thee our hopes we stay,
To lead us on to thine abode;
Assured thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labors of the road.

HYMN 187, IV. 4.

"I would not live alway." Job vii. 16. 1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; [here, The few lurid mornings that dawn on us Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

sound;

Mine ears attend the cry; "Ye living men, come view the ground "Where you must shortly lie.

2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your towers; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head "Must lie as low as ours."

3 Great GOD! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure?

Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepare no more?
4 Grant us the power of quick'n'ng grase
To raise our souls to thee,
That we may view thy glorious face
To all eternity.

HYMN 190.

Job xiv. 11-14.

S. M.

1 THE mighty flood that rolls Its torrents to the main, Can ne'er recal! its waters lost From that abyss again: 2 So days, and years, and time, Descending down to night, Can thenceforth never more return

Back to the sphere of light: 3 And man, when in the grave, Can never quit its gloom, Until the eternal morn shall wake

The slumber of the tomb.

4 O may I find, in death, A hiding-place with GOD, Secure from wo and sin; till call'd

To share his bless'd abode!

5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait, Through toil, and care, and grief, Till my appointed 'course is run, And death shall bring relief.

HYMN 191.

1 VITAL spark of heavenly faine'
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

2 Hark! they whisper! angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,

XIL JUDGMENT.

HYMN 192. C. M.

1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker, face to face;

Oh! how shall I appear!

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought

1 GREAT GOD, what do I see and hear
The end of things created!
The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated:

The trumpet sounds; the graves restore
The dead which they contain'd before;
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.
2 The dead in CHRIST shall first arise
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet him in the skies,
With joy their LORD surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepared to meet Him.
3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing;

For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing:

The day of grace is past and gone;

closed

In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

Oh! how shall I appear!

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, Who does her sins lament,

That faith in CHRIST'S atoning blood

Shall endless wo prevent.

5 Then never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thine only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.

HYMN 193. S. M.

1 AND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise?
And not a single soul escape
His all-diverning eyes?
2 And from His righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound;
And through the num'rous guilty throng
Spread black despair around

3 "Depart from me, accursed,
"To everlasting flame,
"For rebel angels first prepared,
"Where mercy never came."

4 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day:

When earth and heaven before His face
Astonish'd shrink away?

5 But, ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,
Hark, from the Gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!

6 Ve sinners, seek His grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.

7 So shall that curse remove,
By which the Saviour bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.

All unprepared to meet Him.

4 Great GOD, what do I see and hear'

The end of things created! The Judge of man I see appear, On clouds of glory seated: Beneath His cross I view the day When heaven and earth shall pass away And thus prepare to meet Him.

1 SEEK, my soul, the narrow gate,
Enter ere it be too late;
Many ask to enter there,

When too late to offer prayer.

2 GOD from mercy's seat shall rise, And for ever bar the skies: Then, though sinners cry without, He will say, "I know you not." 3 Mournfully will they exclaim; "LORD! we have profess'd thy name, "We have eat with thee, and heard "Heavenly teaching in thy word." 4 Vain, alas! will be their plea, Workers of iniquity; Sad their everlasting lot; CHRIST will say, "I know you not."