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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.
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.
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 ;
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
(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.
A Morning Song. (14.) 1 ONCE more, my soul! the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes ;
To him that rolls the skies.
The day renews the sound;
To turn the seasons round.
My tongue shall speak his praise ; My sins would rouse bis wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.
Whilst I enjoy the light;
Philip Doddridge, 1740. The Twilight of Evening. (17.) 1 I LOVE to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,
Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
On him whom I adore.
4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven ;
While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray,
Mrs. Phæbe 11. Brown, 1825. 10. An Evening Song,
(16.) 1 Now, from the altar of our hearts,
Let incense flames arise ;
Our evening sacrifice.
Awake, our hearts and tongue !
Break forth into a song.
Have made up all this day ;
More fleet and free than they.
Do a new song require ;
Accept our heart's desire. 5 Lord of our time! whose hand hath set
New time upon our score ;
Join "asor, 1683, c.
4 When the round of care is run,
And the stars succeed the sun,
Time begin, continue, end,
James Montgomery, 1825.
1. . Evening Contemplation.
Fades upon my sight away;
Lord! I would commune with thee. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Naught escapes, without, within !
Open fault, and secret sin.
Take me, Lord ! to dwell with thee. 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity!
George W. Doane, 1826. 12.
The Round of daily Care. (24.) 1 In the morning hear my voice,
Let me in thy light rejoice ;
Send thy blessing down like dew.
Knowing, -Thou, God ! seest me. 3 When the evening skies display
Richer pomp than noon's array,
(21.) 1 Now, from labor and from care,
Evening shades have set me free;
Lord! I would converse with thee;
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 Spirit's quickening power,
Thomas Hastings, 1831..
(33.1 1 STILL, still with thee, my God!
I would desire to be;
I would be still with thee:
And calls me back to care ;
With thee, my God! in prayer :
That throngs the busy mart,
Speak softly to my heart.
And evening calms the mind :
With thee my heart would find.
The signal of repose,
Mine eyelids I would close.
Abiding I would be ;
James Drummond Burns, 1856.
2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day ;
And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amidst the place
Where my dear God has been,
Of pleasurable sin.
In such a frame as this,
Isaac Watts, 1707. 16. Sabbath Enjoyment.
(35.) | SWEET is the work, O Lord !
Thy glorious acts to sing.
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,
Harriet Auber, 1829, a.