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C. M.
Borning: The Sun of righteousness.
Untold thy druwey cyes,

the day; And burst the heavy 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 arın my soul with grace; As, rising, now I seal my vows

To prosecute thy ways.
4 Bright Sun of rightenwness, arise ;

Thy radiant beams display
And guide my dark, bewilder'd soul

To everlasting day. 600

C. M,
Morning : Self consecration.
NCE more, my soul, the rising day

Salutes thy waking uyes
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay

To Hin that rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his Nanie repeats,

The day renewe the sound,
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 delaya.
4 O Ged, let all my hours be thine,

Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,

Aud bring o peaceful night.

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C. M. Murning: Thankfulness and trust. MIVER and Guardian of our sleep, , 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 ns 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 bope, we wait the hour

Which shall aillvation bring:
When all we are shall own thy power,

And call our Jesus, King.

Morning: Tribute of praise.
SEE how the morning sun

Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims lis Maker's praise

With every brightning 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 etoruity.

S. M.


S. M. Morning: The day-star from on high. WE to

O Day-star from on bigla! The sun itself is but thy shaude,

Yet cheers both earth and sky. 20 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 said 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. 6 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.

I praiso

Employ my noblest powers, Whose goodness lengthens out my days,

And fills the circling hours, 2 While many spent the night in sighi,

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 share,

My beedless steps defund.

C. M.

4 Smile on my minutes as they roll,

And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul

With gratitude and praise. 605

Morning: Confident security.
N thee, each morning, O my God,

My waking thoughts attend;
In thee are founded all my hopes,-

In thee my wishes end.
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,

Thy boundless love surveys;
And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares

A sacrifice of praise. 3 God leads me through the maze of sleep,

And brings me safe to light;
And, with the same paternal care,

Conducts my steps till night. 4 When evening sluinbers press mine eyes,

With his protection blest, In peace and safety I commit

My wearied limbs to rest.
6 My spirit, in his hand secure,

Fears no approaching ill;
For, whether waking or asleep,

The Lord is with me still. 606

L. M. Morning and evening mercies. M¥ God, bow endless is thy love;

Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies from above,

Gently descend like early dew. 2 Thou spread'at the curtains of the nighty

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sov'reign word restores the light,

And quickens all my drowsy powers.

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3 1 yield myself to thy command;

To thee devote my nights and days; Perpetual blessings from thy hand

Demand perpetual songs of praise. 607

Evening: Trusting in God.
LORY to thee, my God, this night,

For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,
Beneath the shadow of the wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy denr Son,
The ill which I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
8 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the judgment-day.
4 O let my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep, which shall me more sig 'rous make,
To serve my God, wben I awake.
5 Lord, let my soul forever share
The bliss of thy paternal care:
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above,
To see thy face, and sing the love.

5th P. M. 4 lines is.
Evening: Communion with God.
SOFTLY now the light of day
Free from care, from labour free,
Lord, we would cominune with thee.
2 Soon from us the light of day
Shall forever pass away;
Then, from sin end sorrow free,
Tuke us, Lord, to dwell with thee.

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