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





"Splendor paternæ gloriæ."

with each

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.

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 mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And, as each morning sun shall rise,
Oh, lead me onward to the skies!


Luke 24: 29.

UN of my soul! thou Saviour dear,

Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes!

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.

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!

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.






Ps. 3: 5.


I safely passed the silent night;
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.

"I will awake early." Ps. 168: 2.


the 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.


"Under the shadow of the Almighty." Ps. 91.

YLORY to thee, my God, this night,

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!
'Tis heaven on earth, 't is heaven above,
To see thy face, and sing thy love.




"While I live I will praise." Ps. 146: 2.
OD of my life! through all my days
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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"Whatsoever ye do." Col. 3: 23.


F on our daily course our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.

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.


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.

"New every morning." Lam. 3: 23.

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how endless is love!

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,

And quickens all my drowsy powers.

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