4 On a poor worm thy power might tread, And I could ne'er withstand; Thy justice might have crush'd me dead, But mercy held thine hand. 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled Since the last setting sun, And yet thou length'nest out my thread, And yet my moments run. 6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine Whilst I enjoy the light, Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasing night. Hymn 2:7. An evening song. 1 [Dread Sovereign, let my evening song Like holy incense rise; Assist the offerings of my tongue To reach the lofty skies. 2 Thro' all the dangers of the day, Thy hand was still my guard, And still to drive my wants away Thy mercy stood prepar'd.] 3 Perpetual blessings from above Encompass me around, But O how few returns of love Hath my Creator found! 4 What have I done for him that dy'd To save my wretched soul? How are my follies multiply'd, Fast as my minutes roll; 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine To thy dear cross I flee, And to thy grace my soul resign To be renew'd by thee. 6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood I lay me down to rest, As in th' embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast. Hymn 2:8. A hymn for morning or evening. 1 Hosanna, with a cheerful sound, To God's upholding hand; Ten thousand snares attend us round, And yet secure we stand. 2 That was a most amazing power That rais'd us with a word, And every day and every hour We lean upon the Lord. 3 The evening rests our weary head, And angels guard the room; We wake and we admire the bed That was not made our tomb. 4 The rising morning can't assure That we shall end the day, For death stands ready at the door To seize our lives away. 5 Our breath is forfeited by sin To God's revenging law; We own thy grace, immortal King, In every gasp we draw. 6 God is our sun, whose daily light Our joy and safety brings: Our feeble flesh lies safe at night Beneath his shady wings. Hymn 2:9. Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ. 1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine, And bath'd in its own blood, While all expos'd to wrath divine The glorious Sufferer stood.] 3 Was it for crimes that I had done He groan'd upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God the mighty Maker dy'd For man the creature's sin. 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. 6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do. Hymn 2:10. Parting with carnal joys. 1 My soul forsakes her vain delight, And bids the world farewell Base as the dirt beneath my feet, And mischievous as hell. 2 No longer will I ask your love, Nor seek your friendship more; The happiness that I approve Lies not within your power.