1 God of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And, like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey thro' the skies; 2 From the fair chambers of the east The circuit of his race begins, And without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines. 3 O like the sun may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will March on and keep my heavenly way. 4 [But I shall rove and lose the race, If God my sun should disappear, And leave me in this world's wild maze, To follow every wandering star. 5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes, Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise.] 6 Give me thy counsels for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold compar'd to this. Hymn 1:80. An evening hymn, Psalm 4. 8. and 3. 5 6. and 143. 8. 1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days, And every evening 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, He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep, Peace is the pillow for my head, While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 In vain the sons of earth or hell Tell me a thousand frightful things, My God in safety makes me dwell Beneath the shadow of his wings. 5 [Faith in his name forbids my fear: O may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning make me hear The love and kindness of thy heart. 6 Thus when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. Hymn 1:81. A song for morning or evening, Lam. 3. 23. Isa. 45. 7. 1 My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spreadst the curtains of the night, Great guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command, To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. Hymn 1:82. God far above creatures; or, Man vain and mortal, Job 4. 77-21. 1 Shall the vile race of flesh and blood Contend with their creator, God? Shall mortal worms presume to be More holy, wise, or just than he? 2 Behold he puts his trust in none Of all the spirits round his throne; Their natures, when compar'd with his Are neither holy, just nor wise. 3 But how much meaner things are they Who spring from dust and dwell in clay! Touch'd by the finger of thy wrath, We faint and vanish like the moth. 4 From night to day, from day to night, We die by thousands in thy sight; Bury'd in dust whole nations lie Like a forgotten vanity.