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5
An Evening Hymn.
Chear up, my soul, retouch the lyres,
Let grateful joy thy evening crown,
To him whose hand each day inspires,
And waits to guard thy lying down.
Let grateful joy thy evening crown,
To him whose hand each day inspires,
And waits to guard thy lying down.
He wakes thee e'er the morning light,
And thro' the day—at home—abroad,
Having preserv'd thee thro' the night,
Will be thy guardian and thy God.
And thro' the day—at home—abroad,
Having preserv'd thee thro' the night,
Will be thy guardian and thy God.
O thou! whose arm my shield has been,
Whate'er thou hast beheld, forgive:
Thy searching eyes my paths have seen;
By thee I move, by thee I live.
Whate'er thou hast beheld, forgive:
Thy searching eyes my paths have seen;
By thee I move, by thee I live.
Into thy hands I now commend,
Whate'er I am, whate'er I have;
Be thou my advocate and friend,
To pardon, sanctify and save.
Whate'er I am, whate'er I have;
Be thou my advocate and friend,
To pardon, sanctify and save.
Trusting thy faithful love to do
(Till death shall see my cup run o'er)
Whate'er thy wisdom has in view,
And I awake to sleep no more.
(Till death shall see my cup run o'er)
Whate'er thy wisdom has in view,
And I awake to sleep no more.
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