2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, 8 Thou art a God before whose sight 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet 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. Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 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, 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, That all my powers, with all their might, 598 L. M. Morning: The Lord is my portion. 2 For thee my thirsty soul doth pant, Than all earth's treasures can afford. 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 2 God's guardian shield was round me spread In my defenceless sleep: Let Him have all my waking hours 3 Pardon, O God, my former sloth, 4 Bright Sun of righteousness, arise; And guide my dark, bewilder'd soul 600 Morning: Self consecration. NCE more, my soul, the rising day Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 2 Night unto night his Name repeats, C. M. Wide as the heavens on which he sits, 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame; 4 O God, let all my hours be thine, Then shall my sun in smiles decline, 601 C. M. Morning: Thankfulness and trust. 2 The blessing of another day 3 Upon us lay thy mighty hand; 4 Pris'ners of hope, we wait the hour When all we are shall own thy power, 602 Morning: Tribute of praise. SEE how the morning sun Pursues his shining way; S. M. And wide proclaims his Maker's praise 2 Thus would my rising soul The humble tribute bring. 4 My life I would anew And in thy service I would spend.. 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 Or Jesus' blood, like evening dew, 5 May we this life improve, And live this short, revolving day 604 C. M. Morning: Grateful praise. L'Employ my noblest powers, Whose goodness lengthens out my days, 2 While many spent the night in sighs, 8 O let the same almighty care |