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2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
To plead for all his saints;
Presenting, at the Father's throne,
Our songs and our complaints.

8 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
4 Now to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

596

AR

Morning: Adoration.

L. M.

RISE, my soul, with rapture rise, And, fill'd with love and fear, adore The awful Sov'reign of the skies,

Whose mercy lends thee one day more. 2 And may this day, indulgent Power, Not idly pass, nor fruitless be; But may each swiftly passing hour Still nearer bring my soul to thee. 597

L M.

Morning: Sacrifice of praise and prayer.
AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praises to the eternal King.

3 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd me while I slept:

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

598

L. M.

Morning: The Lord is my portion.
GOD, my God, my all thou art:
Ere shines the dawn of rising day,
Thy sov'reign light within my heart,
Thy all-enliv'ning power, display."

2 For thee my thirsty soul doth pant,
While in this desert land I live;
And, hungry as I am, and faint,
Thy love alone can comfort give.
3 In a dry land, behold, I place
My whole desire on thee, O Lord,
And more I joy to gain thy grace,

Than all earth's treasures can afford.
4 More dear than life itself, thy love
My heart and tongue shall still employ
And t, declare thy praise will prove
My peace, my glory, and my joy.
5 In blessing thee with grateful songs,
My happy life shall glide away;
The praise that to thy Name belongs,
Hourly, with lifted hands, I'll pay.

599

C. M.

Morning: The Sun of righteousness.

AWAKE, my soul, to meet the day;

Unfold thy drowsy eyes,

And burst the beavy chain that binds
Thine active faculties.

2 God's guardian shield was round me spread In my defenceless sleep:

Let Him have all my waking hours
Who doth my slumbers keep.

3 Pardon, O God, my former sloth,
And arin my soul with grace;
As, rising, now I seal my vows
To prosecute thy ways.

4 Bright Sun of righteousness, arise;
Thy radiant beams display;

And guide my dark, bewilder'd soul
To everlasting day.

600

Morning: Self consecration.

NCE more, my soul, the rising day
Sutes thy waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To Him that rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his Name repeats,
The day renews the sound,

C. M.

Wide as the heavens on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins might rouse his wrath to flame,
But yet his wrath delays.

4 O God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light;

Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a peaceful night.

601

C. M.

Morning: Thankfulness and trust.
CIVER and Guardian of our sleep,
To praise thy name we wake:
Still, Lord, thy helpless servants keep,
For thine own mercy's sake.

2 The blessing of another day
We thankfully receive:
O may we only thee obey,
And to thy glory live.

3 Upon us lay thy mighty hand;
Our words and thoughts restrain;
And bow our souls to thy command,
Nor let our faith be vain.

4 Pris'ners of hope, we wait the hour
Which shall anlvation bring:

When all we are shall own thy power,
And call our Jesus, King.

602

Morning: Tribute of praise.

SEE how the morning sun

Pursues his shining way;

S. M.

And wide proclaims his Maker's praise
With every bright'ning ray.

2 Thus would my rising soul
Its heavenly Parent sing,
And to its great Original

The humble tribute bring.
3 Serene I laid me down,
Beneath his guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind Preserver near.

4 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to thee;

And in thy service I would spend..
A long eternity.

603

S. M.

Morning: The day-star from on high.

WE lift our hearts to thee,

O Day-star from on high! The sun itself is but thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. 2 O let thy rising beams

The night of sin disperse,The mists of error and of vice, Which shade the universe. 3 How beauteous nature now; How dark and sad before; With joy we view the pleasing change, And nature's God adore.

4 O may no gloomy crime
Pollute the rising day;

Or Jesus' blood, like evening dew,
Wash all the stains away.

5 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past;

And live this short, revolving day
As if it were our last.

604

C. M.

Morning: Grateful praise.
ORD of my life, O may thy praise

L'Employ my noblest powers,

Whose goodness lengthens out my days,
And fills the circling hours.

2 While many spent the night in sighs,
And restless pains and woes,
In gentle sleep I closed my eyes,
And undisturb'd repose.

8 O let the same almighty care
My waking hours attend;
From every danger, every snare,
My heedless steps defund.

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