The Book of Prayer and Praise, for Public and Private Worship, in Fourteen Services, with Anthems and Hymns

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ... wi?l he turn his ear aside From holy offerings at noontide: Then here reposing let us raise' A song of gratitude and praise. What though our burthen be not light, We need not toil from morn to night; The respite of the mid-day hour Is in the thankful creature's power. Blest are the moments, doubly blest, That, drawn from this one hour of rest, Are with a ready heart bestowed Upon the service of our God. Why should we crave a hallowed spot?. An altar is in each man's cot; A church in every grove that spreads Its living roof above our heads. Look up to heaven! the industrious sun Already half his race hath run; He cannot halt nor go astray, But our immortal spirits may. Lord! since his rising in the east, If we have faltered or transgressed, Guide, from thy love's abundant source, What yet remains of this day's course: Help with thy grace through life's short day, Our upward and our downward way; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest. 22. MY God, how endless is thy love r Thy gifts are every evening new, And morning mercies from above Gently distil, like early dew. Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great guardian of my sleeping hours! Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. I yield my powers to thy command; To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. t 23. TJEAVEN and earth, and sea and air.." God's eternal praise declare; Up! my soul, awake and raise Grateful hymns and songs of praise. See the sun, with glorious ray, Pierce the clouds at opening day: Moon and stars, in splendour bright, Praise their God through silent night. See how earth with beauty deck'd Tells a heavenly architect: Woods, and fields with lowing...