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Ask the Father's wisdom, how?
2. Sure and real is the grace,
The manner be unknown;
Hymn 386. P. M.
RAW near ye blood-besprinkled race, And take what God vouchsafes to give, The outward sign of inward grace, Ordain'd by Christ himself, receive : The sign transmits the perfect right, The grace is by the means apply'd. 2. Sure pledges of his dying love, Receive this sacramental meat, And feel the virtue from above,
The flesh of thy Redeemer eat; Drink with the wine his healing blood, And feast on the Incarnate God..
Hymn 387. c. M.
OME, Holy Ghost, thine influ❜nce shed,
Thy life infuse into the bread,
2. Effectual let the tokens prove,
XII. TIMES, SEASONS AND PLACE
Hymn 388. L. M.
OD of the morning, at whose voice
To run his journey through the skies.
Round the whole earth he flies and shines.
3. Oh, like the sun, may I fulfil
Th' appointed duties of the day,
March on, and keep my heav'nly way..
Hymn 389. c. M.
ONCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
2. Night unto night his name repeats,
3. Great God, let all my hours be thine,
Hymn 390. c. M.
M'And gave me sweet repose :
God was with me all the night,
His angels watch'd me while I slept,
2. Now for the mercies of the night
3. In pressing dangers, fears and death
And praise thee for thy mercies past,
4. My life, if thou preserv'st my life,
And death, when death must be my lot,
Hymn 391. s. и.
E lift our hearts to thee,
2. O let thy orient beams
The night of sin disperse,
3. How beauteous nature now!
With joy we view the pleasing change,
4. O may no gloomy crime
5. May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past;
Hymn 392. L. M.
M Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new:
Y God, how endless is thy love!
And morning mercies from above,
Gently descend like early dew.
2. Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
To thee devote my nights and days;
Hymn 393. L. M.
HUS far the Lord has led me on,
2. Much of my time has run to waste,
And gives me strength for days to come.
3. I lay my body down to sleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head;
4. In vain the sons of earth or hell
Tell me a thousand frightful things;
Hymn 394. c. M.
READ Sov'reign, let my evening song
Assist the off'rings of my tongue
2. Through all the dangers of the day
But O how few returns of love
4. What have I done for him who dy'
How are my follies multiply'd,
5. Lord, with this guilty heart of mine,
Hymn 395. c. M.
LL praise to him who dwells in bliss
2. Each thought and deed his piercing eyes
The deepest shades no more disguise,
3. Whom thou dost guard, O King of kings,
Under the shadow of thy wings,