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A Morning Hymn.

(2.)/2 Forgive me, Lord ! for thy dear Son, 1 AWAKE, my soul! and, with the sun, The ill that I this day have done; Thy daily stage of duty run;

That with the world, myself, and thee, Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. To pay thy morning sacrifice.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart! The grave as little as my bed; And with the angels bear thy part,

Teach me to die, that so I may Who, all night long, unwearied sing, Rise glorious at the awful day. High praise to the eternal King.

4 Oh! may my soul on thee repose, 3 All praise to thee, who safe hast kept, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close:

And hast refreshed me, whilst I slept; Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make, Grant, Lord! when I from death shall To serve my God when I awake.

I may of endless light partake. wake, 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, 4 Lord ! I my vows to thee renew;

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply: Disperse my sins as morning dew; [will, || Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, Guard my first springs of thought and No powers of darkness me molest. And with thyself my spirit fill.

Thomas Ken, 1697, a. 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,

4. A Song for Morning or Evening. (4.) . All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might. (1 My God! how endless is thy love! In thy sole glory may unite.

Thy gifts are every evening new;

And morning mercies from above 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;

Gently distill, like early dow.
Praise him, all creatures here below!
Praise him above, ye heavenly host !

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ! Thomas Ken, 1697, a. Thy sovereign word restores the light,

Ard quickens all my drowsy powers. PSALM 17.

• 3 I yield my powers to thy command; 1 GLORY to thee, my God! this night,

To thee I consecrate my days; For all the blessings of the light:

Perpetual blessings, from thy hand, Keep me, Oh ! keep me, King of kings!

Demand perpetual songs of praise. Beneath thine own almighty wings.

*Isaac Watts, 1709.


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Evening Hymn.

11.) 12 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord! 1 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear!

From every rash and heedless word ; It is not night, if thou be near;

Nor let my feet incline to tread Oh! may no earth-born cloud arise,

The guilty path where sinners lead. To hide thee from thy servant's eyes ! 3 Oh! may the righteous, when I stray, 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep. Smite and reprove my wandering way ; My wearied eyelids gently steep,

Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest

Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. For ever on my Saviour's breast !

4 When I behold them pressed with grief, 3 Abide with me from morn till eve,

I'll cry to heaven for their relief; For without thee I cannot live ;

And, by my warm petitions, prove Abide with me when night is nigh,

How much I prize their faithful love. For without thee I dare not die.

Isaac Watts, 1719. 4 If some poor wandering child of thine

An Evening Hymn.

(10.) Have spurned to-day the voice divine,

1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, Now, Lord! the gracious work begin ; Let him no more lie down in sin.

Thus far his power prolongs my days;

And every evening shall make known 5 Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor,

Some fresh memorial of his grace. With blessings from thy boundless store;

tore; 2 Much of my time has run to waste, · Be every mourner's sleep to-night,

And I, perhaps, am near my home; Like infant's slumbers, pure and light!

But he forgives my follies past, 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, He gives me strength for days to come. Ere through the world our way we take;

take; 3 I lay my body down to sleep,-Till, in the ocean of thy love,

Peace is the pillow for my head ;
We lose ourselves in heaven above.

While well-appointed angels keep
John Keble, 1827.

Their watchful stations round my bed.
PSALM 141.

(7.) 4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, 1 My God! accept my early vows,

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, Like morning incense in thy house ;

And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, And let my nightly worship rise

With sweet salvation in the sound, Swee' as the evening sacrifice.

Isaac Watts, 1705.

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A Morning Song. (14.) 1 ONCE more, my soul! the rising day

Salutes thy waking eyes ;
Once more, my voice ! thy tribute pay

To him that rolls the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats,

The day renews the sound;
Wide as the heaven, on which he sits,

To turn the seasons round.
3 'T is he supports my mortal frame,-

My tongue shall speak his praise ; My sins would rouse bis wrath to flame,

And yet his wrath delays.
4 Great God ! let all my hours be thire,

Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles declinc,
And bring a pleasing night.

Philip Doddridge, 1740. The Twilight of Evening. (17.) 1 I LOVE to steal awhile away

From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day

In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear,
And all his promises to plead,

Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past,

And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast

On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heaven ;
The prospect doth my strength renew,

While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,

May its departing ray,
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day!

Mrs. Phæbe 11. Brown, 1825. 10. An Evening Song,

(16.) 1 Now, from the altar of our hearts,

Let incense flames arise ;
Assist us, Lord ! to offer up

Our evening sacrifice.
2 Awake, our love! awake, our joy!

Awake, our hearts and tongue !
Sleep not, when mercies loudly call ;

Break forth into a song.
3 Minutes and mercies multipled

Have made up all this day ;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were

More fleet and free than they.
4 New time, new favors, and new joys,

Do a new song require ;
Till we shall praise thee as we would,

Accept our heart's desire. 5 Lord of our time! whose hand hath set

New time upon our score ;
Thee may we praise for all our time,
When time shall be no more!

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4 When the round of care is run,

And the stars succeed the sun,
Songs of praise with prayer unite,
Crown the day, and hail the night.
5 Thus with thee, my God! my Friend !

Time begin, continue, end,
While life's joys and sorrows pass,
Like the changes of the grass.

James Montgomery, 1825.

1. . Evening Contemplation.
1 SOFTLY now the light of day

Fades upon my sight away;
Free from cars, from labor free,

Lord! I would commune with thee. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye

Naught escapes, without, within !
Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault, and secret sin.
3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall for ever pass away ;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,

Take me, Lord ! to dwell with thee. 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known

All of man's infirmity!
Then, from thine eternal throne,
Jesus! look with pitying eye.

George W. Doane, 1826. 12.

The Round of daily Care. (24.) 1 In the morning hear my voice,

Let me in thy light rejoice ;
God, my Sun! my strength renew,

Send thy blessing down like dew.
2 Throngh the duties of the day,
Grant me grace to watch and pray ;
Live as always seeing thee,

Knowing, -Thou, God ! seest me. 3 When the evening skies display

Richer pomp than noon's array,
Be the shades of death to me
Bright with immortality.

Repose and Devotion.

(21.) 1 Now, from labor and from care,

Evening shades have set me free;
In the work of praise and prayer,

Lord! I would converse with thee;
Oh! behold me from above,
Fill me with a Saviour's love.

2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe,

Wither all my earthly joys ; Naught can charm me here below,

But my Saviour's melting voice ; Lord ! forgive, thy grace restore, Make me thine for evermore.

3 For the blessings of this day,

For the mercies of this hour,
For the gospel's cheering ray,

For the Spirit's quickening power,
Grateful notes to thee I raise ;
Oh! accept my song of praise.

Thomas Hastings, 1831..

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Ever with God.

(33.1 1 STILL, still with thee, my God!

I would desire to be;
By day, by night, at home, abroad,

I would be still with thee:
2 With thee, when dawn comes in,

And calls me back to care ;
Each day returning to begin

With thee, my God! in prayer :
3 With thee, amid the crowd

That throngs the busy mart,
To hear thy voice, 'mid clamor loud,

Speak softly to my heart.
4 With thee, when day is done,

And evening calms the mind :
The setting, as the rising, sun

With thee my heart would find.
5 With thee, when darkness brings

The signal of repose,
Calm in the shadow of thy wings,

Mine eyelids I would close.
6 With thee, in thee, by faith

Abiding I would be ;
By day, by night, in life, in death,
I would be still with thee. .

James Drummond Burns, 1856.

2 The King himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to-day ;
Here we may sit, and see him here,

And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amidst the place

Where my dear God has been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days

Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay,

In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

Isaac Watts, 1707. 16. Sabbath Enjoyment.

(35.) | SWEET is the work, O Lord !

Thy glorious acts to sing.
To praise thy name, and hear thy word,

And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet, at the dawning light,

And, when app oach the shades of night,

Still on the theme to dwell. 3 Sweet, on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice With those who love and serve thee best,

And in thy name rejoice. 4 To songs of praise and joy

Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven.

Harriet Auber, 1829, a.

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