{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_76566/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_76566","id":"gutenberg_76566","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/76566","summary":null,"tags":["Category: British Literature","Category: Poetry","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Hymns, English"],"text":"HYMNS FOR A WEEK.\n\n\n\n\n                          MORNING AND EVENING\n\n                           Hymns for a Week.\n\n\n                                   BY\n\n                    THE LATE MISS CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT,\n\n                      _Author of \u201cJust as I am.\u201d_\n\n\n                           FIFTIETH THOUSAND.\n\n\n                               _London_:\n                    CHAS. J. THYNNE, WYCLIFFE HOUSE,\n                   GREAT QUEEN STREET, KINGSWAY, W.C.\n\n\n\n\n                 WRIGHT & HOGGARD, PRINTERS, BEVERLEY.\n\n\n\n\n                           HYMNS FOR A WEEK.\n\n\n\n\nSunday Morning.\n\n  \u201cUnto you that fear my name shall the Sun of Righteousness arise with\n  healing in his wings.\u201d\n                                                      --MAL. iv. 2.\n\n\n    Thou glorious Sun of Righteousness,\n      On this day risen to set no more,\n    Shine on me now to heal and bless,\n      With brighter beams than e\u2019er before.\n\n    Shine on thy work of grace within,\n      On each celestial blossom there:\n    Destroy each bitter root of sin,\n      And make thy garden fresh and fair.\n\n    Shine on thy pure eternal word,\n      Its mysteries to my soul reveal;\n    And whether read, remembered, heard,\n      O let it quicken, strengthen, heal.\n\n    Shine on the temples of thy grace;\n      In spotless robes thy priests be clad;\n    Unveil the brightness of thy face;\n      And make thy chosen people glad.\n\n    Shine on those unseen things displayed\n      To faith\u2019s illuminated eye;\n    And let their splendour cast a shade\n      On every earthly vanity.\n\n    Shine on the hearts of those most dear,\n      Disperse each cloud \u2019twixt them and thee:\n    Their glorious heavenward prospects clear;\n      \u201cLight in thy light,\u201d oh, let them see!\n\n    Shine on those friends for whom we mourn,\n      Who know not yet thy healing ray:\n    Quicken their souls, and bid them turn\n      To thee, \u201cthe life, the truth, the way.\u201d\n\n    Shine on those tribes no country owns,\n      On Judah once thy dwelling-place;\n    \u201cThy servants think upon her stones,\u201d\n      And long to see her day of grace.\n\n    Shine on the missionary\u2019s home,\n      Give him his heart\u2019s desire to see:\n    Collect thy scattered ones who roam;\n      One fold, one Shepherd, let there be!\n\n    Shine, till thy glorious beams shall chase\n      The blinding film from every eye!\n    Till every earthly dwelling-place\n      Shall hail the day-spring from on high!\n\n    Shine on, shine on, Eternal Sun!\n      Pour richer floods of life and light,\n    Till that bright Sabbath be begun--\n      That glorious day which knows no night.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nSunday Evening.\n\n  \u201cI was in the Spirit on the Lord\u2019s day.\u201d\n                         --REV. i. 10.\n\n\n    The Sabbath-day has reach\u2019d its close!\n    Yet, Saviour, ere I seek repose,\n    Grant me the peace thy love bestows--\n              Smile on my evening hour!\n\n    Oh, heavenly Comforter, sweet guest!\n    Hallow and calm my troubled breast,\n    Weary I come to thee for rest--\n              Smile on my evening hour!\n\n    If ever I have found it sweet\n    To worship at my Saviour\u2019s feet,\n    Now to my soul that bliss repeat--\n              Smile on my evening hour!\n\n    Let not the Gospel seed remain\n    Unfruitful, or be lost again;\n    Let heavenly dews descend like rain--\n              Smile on my evening hour!\n\n    Oh, ever present, ever nigh,\n    Jesus, on thee I fix mine eye:\n    Thou hear\u2019st the contrite spirit\u2019s sigh--\n              Smile on my evening hour!\n\n    My only intercessor thou,\n    Mingle thy fragrant incense now\n    With every prayer and every vow--\n              Smile on my evening hour!\n\n    And oh, when life\u2019s short course shall end,\n    And death\u2019s dark shades around impend,\n    My God, my everlasting Friend--\n              Smile on my evening hour!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nMonday Morning.\n\n  \u201cBlow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.\u201d\n                                           --CANT. iv. 16.\n\n\n    Now let our heavenly plants and flowers\n      Diffuse a fragrance more Divine;\n    Refreshed by the sweet Sabbath showers,\n      With richer beauty they should shine.\n\n    We have been wafted for a while\n      Far, far away from this low scene;\n    Been cheered by our Redeemer\u2019s smile,\n      Been suffered on his breast to lean.\n\n    What has he taught us? what should be\n      The fruit of intercourse so blest?\n    O should not all around us see\n      His image on our souls imprest?\n\n    Within his ivory palace fair\n      We entered a much-favoured train:\n    Myrrh, aloes, cassia, filled the air,\n      Our garments should the scent retain.\n\n    And we should pass along the earth,\n      Like birds that live upon the wing;\n    Rise to the country of our birth,\n      And on our way its anthems sing.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nMonday Evening.\n\n  \u201cLet us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace.\u201d\n                                        --HEB. iv. 16.\n\n\n    There is a spot of consecrated ground,\n    Where brightest hopes and holiest joys are found:\n    \u2019Tis named (and Christians love the well-known sound)\n                        The throne of grace.\n\n    \u2019Tis here a calm retreat is always found:\n    Perpetual sunshine gilds the sacred ground;\n    Pure airs and heavenly odours breathe around\n                        The throne of grace.\n\n    While on this vantage-ground the Christian stands,\n    His quickened eye a boundless view commands;\n    Discovers fair abodes not made with hands--\n                        Abodes of peace.\n\n    Terrestrial objects, disenchanted there,\n    Lose all their power to dazzle or ensnare;\n    One only object then seems worth our care--\n                        To win the race.\n\n    This is the mount where Christ\u2019s disciples see\n    The glory of the incarnate Deity;\n    \u2019Tis here they find it good indeed to be,\n                        And view his face.\n\n    A new creation here begins to rise;\n    Fruits of the Spirit, flowers of Paradise,\n    Watered from heaven, in full and sure supplies,\n                        By streams of grace.\n\n    Towards this blest spot the Spirit bends his ear,\n    The fervent prayer, the contrite sigh to hear;\n    To bid the mourner banish every fear,\n                        And go in peace.\n\n    Here may the comfortless and weary find\n    One who can cure the sickness of the mind;\n    One who delights the broken heart to bind--\n                        The Prince of Peace.\n\n    Saviour! the sinner\u2019s friend, our hope, our all!\n    Here teach us humbly at thy feet to fall;\n    Here on thy name, with love and faith to call\n                        For pardoning grace.\n\n    Ne\u2019er let the glory from this spot remove,\n    Till, numbered with thy ransomed flock above,\n    We cease to want, but never cease to love\n                        The throne of grace.\n\n\n\n\nTuesday Morning.\n\n  \u201cLet us run with patience the race that is set before us.\u201d\n                                          --HEB. xii. 1.\n\n\n    Immortal spirit! wake, arise!\n    Think of thy home beyond the skies;\n    Think of the work thou hast to do;\n    Think of the heavenly prize in view.\n\n    Shall thy poor tenement of clay\n    Curtail thy flight, obstruct thy way?\n    And shall the free and heaven-born soul\n    Yield to the body\u2019s base control?\n\n    Oh, thoughtless slumberer, wake, arise!\n    To God, to heaven, lift up thine eyes;\n    Eternity\u2019s vast ocean see,\n    And but a step \u2019twixt it and thee.\n\n    A clear, unerring chart is given\n    To guide the traveller\u2019s feet to heaven;\n    With humble heart there seek thy way--\n    None led by that can go astray.\n\n    It will point out a holy path,\n    Of self-denial, love, and faith;\n    But strait and arduous though it be,\n    My God, it leads to heaven and thee.\n\n    Saviour! for mine this path I take,\n    Through thee alone the choice I make;\n    Nor one step onward can I go,\n    Till thou both will and power bestow.\n\n    To thee I now commit my way,\n    My wants, my dangers, through the day,--\n    Wilt thou my every want supply,\n    And be in every danger nigh?\n\n    Oh, let thy smile my solace be!\n    \u2019Tis more than ought in life to me;\n    Permit me not to slight thy grace,\n    Or cause thee once to hide thy face.\n\n    That blessed Spirit\u2019s aid impart,\n    Who can transform and cleanse my heart;\n    Make the polluted fountain clear,\n    Whose streams in words and acts appear.\n\n    Teach me this day to keep in view\n    The prize thy followers should pursue;\n    To adorn thy doctrine, and to shed\n    Fragrance and light where\u2019er I tread.\n\n    Saviour! I give myself to thee;\n    My strength, my light, my guardian be:\n    My earthly days thus let me spend,\n    Till time, and life, and warfare end.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTuesday Evening.\n\n  \u201cNow is our salvation nearer than when we believed.\u201d\n                                  --ROM. xiii. 11.\n\n\n    Now one day\u2019s journey less divides\n    Me from the world where God resides;\n    If I have walked by faith, in fear,\n    A stranger and a pilgrim here:\n\n    I\u2019ve one day less my watch to keep,\n    My foes to fear, my falls to weep:\n    I\u2019ve one day less to see within,\n    Conflict, defeat, remorse, and sin.\n\n    And, oh! reflect, my fainting soul,\n    Thou\u2019rt one stage nearer to the goal:\n    Thou\u2019rt one stage nearer to the shore,\n    Where thou wilt grieve for sin no more.\n\n    If the sweet presence of thy God\n    To-day has cheered and blest thy road,\n    Think what must be that glorious place,\n    Where he will never hide his face.\n\n    If thou hast oft been led astray,\n    And mournfully review\u2019st the day,\n    Still strive the more that rest to attain,\n    Where thou wilt never sin again.\n\n    If thou hast mourned for friends endeared,\n    Whose converse once thy journey cheered;\n    Think that in heaven no cause will sever\n    The bond which reunites for ever.\n\n    Let every gift by God bestowed,\n    Each kind refreshment on my road;\n    Let every sorrow, hope, and fear,\n    Incite my soul to persevere.\n\n    And thou my only help and guide,\n    Than whom I have no help beside;\n    Whose eye beholds me when I fail,\n    Whose arm supports when I prevail;\n\n    Oh, hear me! grant what I implore;\n    And if on earth I wake no more,\n    Think on my last, my dying prayer;\n    Hear it in heaven, fulfil it there!\n\n    Since I on thee alone depend,\n    Oh, guide me to my journey\u2019s end;\n    Then bear my soul o\u2019er death\u2019s dark wave,\n    To realms of joy beyond the grave.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nWednesday Morning.\n\n  \u201cWatch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation.\u201d\n                                 --MATT. xxvi. 41.\n\n\n    \u201cChristian! seek not yet repose;\u201d\n      Hear thy guardian angel say;\n    Thou art in the midst of foes--\n                      \u201cWatch and pray!\u201d\n\n    Principalities and powers,\n      Mustering their unseen array,\n    Wait for thy unguarded hours--\n                      \u201cWatch and pray!\u201d\n\n    Gird thy heavenly armour on,\n      Wear it ever, night and day;\n    Ambush\u2019d lies the evil one--\n                      \u201cWatch and pray!\u201d\n\n    Hear the victors who o\u2019ercame,\n      Still they mark each warrior\u2019s way;\n    All, with one sweet voice exclaim--\n                      \u201cWatch and pray!\u201d\n\n    Hear, above all, hear thy Lord,\n      Him thou lovest to obey;\n    Hide within thy heart his word--\n                      \u201cWatch and pray!\u201d\n\n    _Watch_, as if on that alone\n      Hung the issue of the day;\n    _Pray_, that help may be sent down--\n                      \u201cWatch and pray!\u201d\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nWednesday Evening.\n\n  \u201cWherefore lift up the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees.\u201d\n                                                   --HEB. xii. 12.\n\n\n    O faint and feeble-hearted!\n      Why thus cast down with fear?\n    Fresh aid shall be imparted,\n      Thy God unseen is near.\n\n    His eye can never slumber,\n      He marks thy cruel foes;\n    Observes their strength, their number,\n      And all thy weakness knows.\n\n    Though heavy clouds of sorrow\n      Make dark thy path to-day,\n    There may shine forth to-morrow\n      Once more a cheering ray.\n\n    Doubts, griefs, and foes assailing,\n      Conceal heaven\u2019s fair abode;\n    Yet now faith\u2019s power prevailing\n      Should stay thy mind on God.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nThursday Morning.\n\n  \u201cHe that keepeth his mouth, keepeth his life.\u201d\n                            --PROV. xiii. 3.\n\n\n    Guard well thy lips; none, none can know\n    What evils from the tongue may flow;\n    What guilt, what grief may be incurred\n    By one incautious, hasty word.\n\n    Be \u201cslow to speak;\u201d look well within,\n    To check what there may lead to sin;\n    And pray unceasingly for aid,\n    Lest unawares, thou be betrayed.\n\n    \u201cCondemn not, judge not,\u201d--not to man\n    Is given his brother\u2019s faults to scan;\n    One task is thine, and one alone,--\n    To search out and subdue thine own.\n\n    Indulge no murmurings; oh, restrain\n    Those lips so ready to complain!\n    And, if they can be numbered, count\n    Of one day\u2019s mercies the amount.\n\n    Shun vain discussions, trifling themes;\n    Dwell not on earthly hopes or schemes;\n    Let words of wisdom, meekness, love,\n    Thy heart\u2019s true renovation prove.\n\n    Set God before thee; every word\n    Thy lips pronounce by him is heard;\n    Oh, could\u2019st thou realise this thought,\n    What care, what caution would be taught!\n\n    Think on thy parting hour: ere long\n    Th\u2019 approach of death may chain thy tongue,\n    And powerless all attempts be found,\n    To articulate one meaning sound.\n\n    \u201cThe time is short\u201d--this day may be\n    The very last assigned to thee:\n    So speak that, should\u2019st thou ne\u2019er speak more,\n    Thou may\u2019st not this day\u2019s words deplore.\n\n\n\n\nThursday Evening.\n\n  \u201cIn everything, by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your\n  requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth\n  all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ\n  Jesus.\u201d\n                                                --PHILIP. iv. 6, 7.\n\n\n    My God! is any hour so sweet,\n    From blush of morn to evening-star,\n    As that which calls me to thy feet--\n                    The hour of prayer?\n\n    Blest be that tranquil hour of morn,\n    And blest that hour of solemn eve,\n    When on the wings of prayer upborne,\n                    The world I leave.\n\n    For then a day-spring shines on me,\n    Brighter than morn\u2019s ethereal glow;\n    And richer dews descend from thee\n                    Than earth can know.\n\n    Then is my strength by thee renewed;\n    Then are my sins by thee forgiven;\n    Then dost thou cheer my solitude\n                    With hopes of heaven.\n\n    Words cannot tell what blest relief\n    Here for my every want I find;\n    What strength for warfare, balm for grief;\n                    What peace of mind.\n\n    Hushed is each doubt--gone every fear,\n    My spirit seems in heaven to stay;\n    And e\u2019en the penitential tear\n                    Is wiped away.\n\n    Oh, till I reach yon peaceful shore,\n    No privilege so dear shall be,\n    As thus my inmost soul to pour\n                    In prayer to thee!\n\n\n\n\nFriday Morning.\n\n  \u201cAcquaint thyself with him, and be at peace.\u201d\n                            --JOB xxii. 21.\n\n\n    Art thou acquainted, oh my soul!\n      With such a Saviour, such a Friend,\n    Whose power can all events control,\n      And from all evils can defend?\n\n    Why art thou then opprest with fears?\n      Knowledge of him should give thee peace;\n    Should check these often-flowing tears,\n      And bid these sad misgivings cease.\n\n    Is it the _past_ that gives thee pain?\n      Transgressions, falls, dost thou deplore?\n    The atoning blood pleads not in vain,\n      Thy God remembers them no more.\n\n    Do _present_ troubles vex thy mind?\n      Sufferings of body, mental care?\n    In God a refuge thou wilt find;\n      And oh, what sweet relief in prayer!\n\n    Dost thou o\u2019er friends much valued weep,\n      Who seem in hopeless fetters bound?\n    Christ will seek out his wandering sheep--\n      Those who seem lost will then be found.\n\n    Dost thou the unknown _future_ dread?\n      Thy passage through death\u2019s awful vale?\n    E\u2019en there shall light around be shed\n      Thy God\u2019s sure promise cannot fail.\n\n    Dost thou with dread still greater, shrink\n      From pain for those on earth most dear;\n    And oft with sickening anguish think\n      On all they yet may suffer here?\n\n    Oh faithless, unbelieving heart!\n      So slow to trust the tenderest Friend:\n    Who then will needful strength impart,--\n      Who \u201cloving, loves unto the end.\u201d\n\n    No longer doubt, nor fear, nor grieve,\n      Nor on uncertain evils dwell:\n    Past, present, future, calmly leave\n      To him who will do all things well.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nFriday Evening.\n\n  \u201cHaving a desire to depart and to be with Christ, which is far\n  better.\u201d\n                                            --PHILIP. i. 23.\n\n\n    Let me be with thee where thou art!\n      My Saviour, my eternal rest!\n    Then only with this longing heart\n      Be fully and for ever blest.\n\n    Let me be with thee where thou art!\n      Thy unveiled glory to behold;\n    Then only will this wandering heart\n      Cease to be treacherous, faithless, cold.\n\n    Let me be with thee where thou art!\n      Where spotless saints thy name adore;\n    Then only will this sinful heart\n      Be evil and defiled no more.\n\n    Let me be with thee where thou art!\n      Where none can die, where none remove;\n    There neither life nor death will part\n      Me from thy presence and thy love.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nSaturday Morning.\n\n  \u201cWho is this that engaged his heart to approach unto me?\u201d\n                                        --JER. xxx. 21.\n\n\n    This is the day to tune with care\n      Each unseen chord within:\n    Would we for Sabbaths well prepare,\n      To-day we should begin.\n\n    Before the Majesty of Heaven\n      To-morrow we appear;\n    No honour half so great is given,\n      Throughout man\u2019s sojourn here.\n\n    Yet if his heart be not prepared,\n      His soul not meetly drest,\n    In vain that honour will be shared,--\n      No smile will greet the guest.\n\n    We must beforehand lay aside\n      Our own polluted dress,\n    And wear the robe of Jesu\u2019s bride,--\n      His spotless righteousness.\n\n    We must forsake this world below,\n      Forget all earthly things;\n    Strive with a seraph\u2019s love to glow,\n      And soar on angel wings.\n\n    The altar must be cleansed to-day,\n      Meet for the offered Lamb;\n    The wood in order we must lay,\n      And wait to-morrow\u2019s flame.\n\n    Lord of the Sacrifice we bring,\n      To thee our hopes aspire;\n    Our Prophet, our High-Priest, and King,\n      Send down the sacred fire.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nSaturday Evening.\n\n  \u201cCommune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still.\u201d\n                                            --PS. iv. 4.\n\n\n    Another portion of the span\n    Assigned to transitory man\n      Has now for ever flown;\n    And ere I taste the sweet repose\n    My heavenly Guardian\u2019s care bestows,\n      I kneel before his throne.\n\n    God of my life! to thee I pray;\n    The passing pilgrim of a day,\n      Soon, soon to sleep in death,--\n    Let me not spend unthinkingly,\n    These moments that so quickly fly,\n      Shortened by every breath.\n\n    Ere yet that hallowed morn appear,\n    Given to recruit the soul and cheer--\n      Pour down thy light divine;\n    That while my progress I retrace,\n    Since last I hailed the day of grace,\n      Its beams within may shine.\n\n    Oh, has that rapid, ceaseless tide,\n    Of which the waves so noiseless glide,\n      Borne me towards heaven, my home;\n    As surely as each day, each hour,\n    Has borne me with resistless power,\n      On to the silent tomb?\n\n    Have my affections soared above?\n    And has my Saviour\u2019s wondrous love\n      Constrained me, day by day,\n    For him to act, to think, to speak?\n    His glory as my end to seek,\n      His Spirit to obey?\n\n    Have I his constant influence felt?\n    And has his holy word so \u201cdwelt\n      Richly\u201d my heart within,\n    That outward faults have been subdued,\n    And inward hidden thoughts renewed,\n      Cleansed from the taint of sin?\n\n    Lord! if my only answer now\n    Must be these silent tears that flow,\n      For days not given to thee;\n    Still let a holier life begin--\n    A life not thus defaced by sin--\n      If I to-morrow see.\n\n    Then let thy word its power exert,\n    To 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