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Ask the Father's wisdom, how?
Him who did the means ordain,.
To search it out, in vain. 2. Sure and real is the grace,
The manner be unknown;
And perfect us in one.
Lord, we ask for nothing more :
To wonder and adore.
Hymn 386. P. M. 1.
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. 1. СА
OME, Holy Ghost, thine influ'nce shed,
And realize the sign, Thy life infuse into the bread,
Thy pow'r into the wine. 2. Effectual let the tokens prove,
And made by heavenly art, Fit channels to convey thy love
To ev'ry faithful heart.
XII. TIMES, SEASONS AND PLACE
Hymn 388. L. M.
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
To run hïs journey throngh the skies.
The circuit of his race begins,
Round the whole earth he flies and shines.
Th' appointed duties of the day,
March on, and keep my heav'nly way.
Hymn 389. c. M.
To him who rules the skies.
The day renews the sound,
To turn the seasons round.
Whilst I enjoy the light;
And bring a pleasant night.
"My God was with me all the night,
Hymn 390. C. M.
His angels watch'd me while I slept,
Or I had never rose.
My humble thanks I'll pay ;
The first fruits of the day.
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And humbly hope for more.
Thy, sacrifice shall be ;
Hymn 391. s. M.
O Day-Star from on high!
Yet cheers both earth and sky. 2. O let thy orient beams
The night of sin disperse,
Which shade the universe. 3. How beauteous nature now !
How dark and sad before !
And nature's God adore. 4. O may no gloomy crime
Pollute the rising day!
Wash all our sins away. 5. May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past;
As if it were our last.
Hymn 392. L. M.
Thy gifts are ev'ry ev’ning new :
Gently descend like early dew. 2. Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs. 3. I yield myself to thy command;
To thee devote my nights and days; Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Hymn 393. L. u.
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;
bed. 4. In vain the sons of earth or hell
Tell me a thousand frightful things;
Beneath the shadow of his wings.
Hymn 394. C. M. i. READ Sov'reign, let my evening song
Like holy incense rise;
To reach the lofty skies.
Thy hand was still my guard,
Thy mercy stood prepar’d.
Encompass me around;
Hath my Creator found!
To save my wretched soul?
Fast as the minutes roll.
To thy dear cross I flee,
To be renew'd by thee.
Hymn 395. C. M. 1. LL praise to him who dwells in bliss,
Who made both day and night; Whose throne is in the great abyss
Of uncreated light. 2. Each thought and deed his piercing eyes With strictest search
survey; The deepest shades no more disguise,
Than the full blaze of day.
No evil shall molest :
Shall they securely rest :