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My Redeemer, dwell in me,
Let me sleep and wake with thee,
And perceive thy benediction,
Both in joy and in affliction.

2 Ere I close my eyes in slumber,
While to rest I lay me down,
Let my grateful heart remember

All the mercies thou hast shown; Fill me with thy sacred love, That I dream of things above, And bestow on me the favor Of thy presence, gracious Saviour.

3 Pardon, Jesus, each transgression, Whether open or unknown, Thus removing that oppression

Under which I else should groan: I confess the guilt of sin, But thy blood can make me clean; Hear, O Lord, my supplication, Grant me joy and consolation,

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CHRIST's precious bloood, which

from each vein

Our sin and curse forth press'd, When overwhelm'd with grief and pain

His soul was sore amaz'd;

2 May that refresh us while we sleep, And sanctify our rest,

And while we dream our spirit keep
With him in union blest.

901. T. 580.

NO farther go to night, but stay,
Dear Saviour, till the break of day.

Turn in, my Lord, with me;
And in the morning when I wake
Me under thy protection take,

Thus day and night I spend with thee.

902.* T. 580. To rest I now again retire, Thou know'st thy presence I desire, Of thee I wish to dream; Still near to thee by faith to keep, And taste thy goodness while I sleep, Who didst my soul by blood redeem.

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ment,

House and home, thy friends provide,
All without thy care and payment,

All thy wants are well supply'd.
3 How much better thou'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven he descended,

And became a child like thee.
4 Soft and easy is thy cradle,
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
When his birth-place was a stable,
And his softest bed was hay.
5 Was there nothing but a manger
Cursed sinners could afford,
To receive the heav'nly Stranger,
Did they thus neglect our Lord?
6 See the joyful shepherds round him,
Telling wonders from the sky!
Where they sought him, there they
found him,

With his virgin-mother by.

7 'Twas to save thee, child, from dying,
That thy blest Redeemer came;
He by groans and bitter crying

Saved thee from burning flame.

8 May'st thou live to know and fear him,
Trust and love him all thy days;
Then dwell for ever near him,
go

See his face, and sing his praise.

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The holy angels thee surround,
Who always see thy Father's face,
And never slumber nights nor days.
2 God fill thee with his heav'nly
light,

To steer thy christian course aright;
Make thee a tree of blessed root,
That ever bends with godly fruit.
3 Those children are to God most
dear,

Who him with rev'rence, love and
fear;

And infants are by Jesus Christ
Most kindly bless'd, and highly priz'd.

4 Are not the joys of God above
Giv'n to the children of his love?
He who desires to see his face,
Must here become a child of grace.
5 Be thou, dear child, in thy degree
Like Jesus, in his infancy :
He soon did ev'ry grace display,
Tho' he was God, he learnt t' obey.
6 He hath, by all he did and said,
For thee rich blessings merited;
'Twas thine entailed misery
Made him become a child like thee.
7 If thou partakest of his grace,
Thou wilt enjoy that happiness,
Which our incarnate God regain'd
| For all whom Adam's sin had stain'd.

8 Soon in this world will finish'd be The task God may design for thee; May'st thou, when this short life is o'er,

With Jesus live for evermore.

9 Sleep now, dear child, and take thy

rest;

If thou with riper years art blest,
Increase in wisdom and in grace,
Till thou shalt see thy Saviour's face..

C. Before and after Meals.

906. T. 14.

909.

T. 595.

SURE God is present here, His gifts demand our praise;

FOUNTAIN of being, Source of The present instance of his care

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THOU sov'reign Author of all good, Whose providence for all doth care, Giver of life, of health, and food,

Be present with thy children here, And to our use oh sanctify The gifts thy bounty doth supply. 2 All creatures, Lord, on thee depend, And by thy pow'r and bounty live; May we each blessing thou dost send With truly grateful hearts receive, In ev'ry gift thou dost dispense Admiring thy wise providence. 3 Wecan't thy boundless mercies share. And thee, the Spring of life, forget; For all thy goodness, love and care,

Our thanks we offer at thy feet. Lord, may we always taste thy grace, Until we end our mortal race.

Speaks him a God of grace. 2 In him we live and move, In him our being have; We thank thee, Jesus, Source of love, Who cam'st our souls to save.

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present at our table, Lord! Be here and ev'ry where ador'd; From thy all-bounteous hand our food May we receive with gratitude.

2 We humbly thank thee, Lord our God,

For all thy gifts on us bestow'd;
And pray thee, graciously to grant
The food which day by day we want.

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921.

T. 14.

13 When flesh decays, when vigor fails, He will thy strength and portion be;

BLEST be that sacred cov'nant love, Support thy weakness, bear thy ails,

Uniting tho' we part;

Our bodies may far off remove,
We still are one in heart.

2 Join'd in one spirit to our Head,
Where he appoints, we go,
And still in Jesus' footsteps tread,
Show forth his praise below.

3 Oh, may we ever walk with him,
And nothing know beside,
Nought else desire, nought else esteem,
But Jesus crucify'd.

4 Nor joy nor grief, nor time nor place,

Nor life nor death can part
Those, who enjoying Jesus' grace,
In him are one in heart.

5 Soon will he wipe off ev'ry tear,
On Canaan's blissful shore,
Where all, who friends in Jesus are,
Shall meet to part no more.

E. For the Sick.

922. T. 166. WHEN pining sickness wastes the frame,

Acute disease or weak'ning pain; When life fast spends its feeble flame, And all the help of man proves vain; Joyless and flat all things appear,

Languid the spirits, weak the flesh, No medicines ease, nor cordials cheer, Food can't support, nor sleep refresh; 2 Then, then to have recourse to God, To pray to him in time of need, And feel the balm of Jesus' blood, This is to find a Friend indeed. And this, O christian, is thy lot, Who cleavest to the Lord by faith, He'll never leave thee (doubt it not) In pain, in sickness, or in death.

And softly whisper, " trust in me." Himself will be thy helping Friend,

Thy good Physician, yea thy Nurse,
To make thy bed will condescend,
And from affliction take the curse.
*Psalm xli. 3.

923. T. 22.

THO' I'm in body full of pain,
My soul doth heav'nly comfort gain;
And, should I die, I'm not afraid,
Since Jesus suffer'd in my stead.

2 Yet one thing will I ask of thee;
Never, O Lord, forsake thou me;
But bless me often, keep my mind
Stay'd on thy help, to thee resign'd.
3 Then I shall be supremely blest,
Nor ask, tho' sick, to be releas'd;
I'll wait thy time, thy love I feel,
I know thou rulest all things well.

924. T. 22.

MY body's weak, my heart unclean,
I pine with sickness, and with sin;
My strength decays, my spirits droop,
Bow'd down with guilt, I can't look up.
2 To thee, O Lord, in faith I turn,
Who all my sicknesses hast borne;
Sin thou hadst none, and yet didst die
For guilty sinners, such as I.

3 Sin's rankling sores my soul corrode,
Oh, heal them with thy precious blood;
And if thou wilt my health restore,
Lord, let me ne'er offend thee more.

925. T. 22.

The Lamb of God, who dy'd for me;
OH, HOW I long to and
go see
How do I languish, night and day,
To hear him bid me come away!
2 He loves and values me; I him;
Therefore I all things dross esteem
But my dear Jesus, whom I prize
Above my life, or earth, or skies.

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