+ St. David's, C. M. From RAVENSCROFT's Psalter, 1621. 169. 0 THOU, whose glory and whose grace Celestial hosts proclaim, Look down from heaven, Thy dwelling place, We, from our early youth, The Way, the Life, the Truth. Of fear and holy love : Descending from above. Whilst now our lips proclaim, 170. SHEPHERD Of Israel , from above Thy feeble flock behold; And let us never lose Thy love, Nor wander from Thy fold. Thy hand is ever near, And keep them safe from fear. Thy light, for we are blind; To prove that Thou art kind. And may we find them true; And still in stature as we grow, Increase in wisdom too. A. men. 171. A" WAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. Redeem thy misspent moments past, And live this day as if the last ; Thy talents to improve take care; For the great day thyself prepare. Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noonday clear ; For God's all-seeing eye surveys Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways. Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the Angels bear thy part: Who all night long unwearied sing High glory to the eternal King! + ST. PETER's, OXFORD. C. M. A, R. REINAGLE. 1826. (By permission.) 173. THR THROUGH all the dangers of the night, Preserved, O Lord, by Thee, Again we bow the knee. And guide us by Thine arm; Whom Thou preserv'st from harm. Declare that we are Thine, Before the world may shine. O Saviour, hold us fast, Thy glorious face at last. men, Increase my faith, increase my hope, Increase my zeal and love; And fix my heart's affections all On Christ and things above. And when, life's labour o er, I sink To slumber in the grave, In death's dark vale be Thou my trust, To suecour and to save: 174. To Thee, O Lord, with dawning light My thankful voice I'll raise, Thy mighty power to celebrate, Thy holy Name to praise: For Thou, in helpless hour of night, Hast compassed my bed, Thou liftest up my head. Grant me, O God, Thy quickening grace, That so, through Him, who bled and died, Andi rose again for me, “ The grave and gate of death” may prove A passage home to Thee. |