394 ALBERT. L. M.
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I. Thus far the Lord hath led me on,— Thus far his pow'r pro-longs my days;
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And ev -'ry ev'n - ing shall make known Some fresh mem-or-ial of his grace.
Eveninsf: Memorials of his Grace. L. M.
I Thus far the Lord hath led me on,—
Thus far his pow'r 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,
And 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 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.
395 L. M.
" Thou crowuesl the Year with thy Goodness."
I Eternal Source of every joy,
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year.
2 The flow'ry spring, at thy command.
Embalms the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine,
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
3 Thy hand in autumn richly pours,
Through all our coasts, redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.
Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days
Demand successive songs of praise :
Still be the cheerful homage paid
With op'ning light and ev'ning shade.
Here in thy house shall incense rise,
As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes;
Still we will make thy mercies known
Around thy board, and round our own.
O may our more harmonious tongue
In worlds unknown pursue the song;
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more !
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My spirit sinks within me, Lord !
But I will call thy name to mind,
And times of past distress record
When I have found my God was kind.
Yet will the Lord command his love
When I address his throne by day;
Nor in the night his grace remove ;
The night shall hear me sing and pray.
I'll cast myself before his feet,
And say, " My God, my heavenly Rock!
Why doth thy love so long forget
The soul that groans beneath thy stroke ?
Thy light and truth shall guide me still :
Thy wonl shall my best thoughts employ
And lead me to thy heavenly hill.
My God! my most exceeding joy!