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ST. PETERSBURGH. L. M. [Six lines, by observing repent.]

BORTNIANSKY.

126.

Splendor paternæ glorice.

AMBROSE OF MILAN.

J. CHANDLER, Tr.

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Thine image to our heart be borne ;
And may we ever clearly see

Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee!
2 All hallowed be our walk this day;

May meekness form our early ray,
And faithful love our noontide light,

And hope our sunset, calm and bright.
3 May grace each idle thought control,

And sanctify our wayward soul ;
May guile depart, and malice cease,

And all within be joy and peace.
4 Our daily course, O Jesus, bless ;

Make plain the way of holiness :
From sudden falls our feet defend,

And cheer at last our journey's end. 127.

SHRUBSOLE.

Mal. 4: 2.

The morning light salutes mine eyes,
O Sun of righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine!
Oh! chase the clouds of guilt away,

And turn my darkness into day.
2 And when to heaven's all glorious King

My morning sacrifice I bring,
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,

Ask mercy in my Saviour's name;
Then, Jesus, cleanse me with thy blood,

And be my Advocate with God.
3 When each day's scenes and labors close,

And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning merey richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And, as each morning sun shall rise,

Oh, lead me onward to the skies!
HURSLEY. L. M.

HAYDN.

Luke 24 : 29.

KEBLE.

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128.

UN of my soul! thou Saviour dear,
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise

To hide thee from thy servant's eyes !
2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep

My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, -how sweet to rest

For ever on my Saviour's breast !
3 Abide with me from morn till eve,

For without thee I can not live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,

For without thee I dare not die.
4 Be near to bless me when I wake,

Ere through the world my way I take;
Abide with me till in thy love
I lose myself in heaven above.

ROCKINGHAM. L. M.

L. MASON.

129.

HAWKESWORTH.

Ps. 3: 5.
N sleep's serene oblivion laid,

;

Again I see the breaking shade,

And drink again the morning light.
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour,

Once more with awe rejoice to be;
My conscious soul resumes her power,

And springs, my guardian God, to thee.
3 Oh, guide me through the various maze

My doubtful feet are doomed to tread;
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze

Where dangers press around my head. 130.

I will awake early.Ps. 168 : 2.

KEN.

A sun

Thy daily stage of duty run:
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise

To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing

High praises to th' eternal King.
3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refreshed me while I slept ;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew :

Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,

And with thyself my spirit fill. 131.

Under the shadow of the Almighty.Ps. 91.
Y LORY to thee, my God, this night,

KEN.

Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings,

Beneath the shadow of thy wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord! through thy dear Son,

The ill which I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Be thou my guardian while I sleep,

Thy watchful station near me keep;
My heart with love celestial fill,

And guard me from th' approach of ill.
4 Lord, let my soul for ever share

The bliss of thy paternal care!
’T is heaven on earth, 't is heaven above,

To see thy face, and sing thy love. 132. " While I live I will praise." Ps. 146 : 2. DODDRIDGE.

T My grateful powers shall sound thy praise
The song shall wake with opening light,

And warble to the silent night.
2 When anxious care would break my rest,

And grief would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises raised on high,

Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,

And all my powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,

And mean the thanks I can not speak.
4 But, oh! when that last conflict's o’er,

And I am chained to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise
To join the music of the skies!

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New treasures still, of countless price,

God will provide for sacrifice.
2 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,

As more of heaven in each we see ;
Some softening gleam of love and prayer,

Shall dawn on every cross and care.
3 The trivial round, the common task,

Will furnish all we ought to ask ;
Room to deny ourselves, a road

To bring us daily nearer God.
4 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love,

Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every day,

To live more nearly as we pray. 134.

New every morning.Lam. 3 : 23.
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Thy gifts are every evening new :
And morning mercies from above,

Gently distill, like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,

Great guardian of my sleeping hours !
Thy sovereign word restores the light,

Ånd quickens all my drowsy powers.

WATTS.

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