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ST. PETERSBURGH. L. M. [Six lines, by observing repent.]
“ Splendor paternæ glorice.”
AMBROSE OF MILAN.
J. CHANDLER, Tr.
Thine image to our heart be borne ;
Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee!
May meekness form our early ray,
And hope our sunset, calm and bright.
And sanctify our wayward soul ;
And all within be joy and peace.
Make plain the way of holiness :
And cheer at last our journey's end. 127.
Mal. 4: 2.
The morning light salutes mine eyes,
And turn my darkness into day.
My morning sacrifice I bring,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name;
And be my Advocate with God.
And wearied nature seeks repose,
Oh, lead me onward to the skies!
Luke 24 : 29.
UN of my soul! thou Saviour dear,
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes !
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
For ever on my Saviour's breast !
For without thee I can not live;
For without thee I dare not die.
Ere through the world my way I take;
ROCKINGHAM. L. M.
Ps. 3: 5.
Again I see the breaking shade,
And drink again the morning light.
Once more with awe rejoice to be;
And springs, my guardian God, to thee.
My doubtful feet are doomed to tread;
Where dangers press around my head. 130.
“ I will awake early.” Ps. 168 : 2.
Thy daily stage of duty run:
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
And with the angels bear thy part,
High praises to th' eternal King.
And hast refreshed me while I slept ;
4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew :
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
And with thyself my spirit fill. 131.
“ Under the shadow of the Almighty.” Ps. 91.
Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings,
Beneath the shadow of thy wings.
The ill which I this day have done;
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Thy watchful station near me keep;
And guard me from th' approach of ill.
The bliss of thy paternal care!
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
And warble to the silent night.
And grief would tear my throbbing breast,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
And all my powers of language fail,
And mean the thanks I can not speak.
And I am chained to flesh no more,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.
As more of heaven in each we see ;
Shall dawn on every cross and care.
Will furnish all we ought to ask ;
To bring us daily nearer God.
Fit us for perfect rest above;
To live more nearly as we pray. 134.
“ New every morning.” Lam. 3 : 23.
Thy gifts are every evening new :
Gently distill, like early dew.
Great guardian of my sleeping hours !
Ånd quickens all my drowsy powers.