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C.M.- Morning.
1 LORD of my life, O may thy praise

Employ my noblest powers,
Whose goodness lengthens out my days

And fills the circling hours.
2 Preserv'd by thine almighty arm,

I pass'd the shades of night; Serene and safe from every harm,

And see returning light. 3 While many spent the night in sighs,

And restless pains, and woes; In gentle sleep I clos'd my eyes,

And undisturb'd repose. 4 When sleep, death'ssemblance, o'er me spread,

And I unconscious lay;
Thy watchful care was round my bed,

To guard my feeble clay.
5 O let the same almighty care

My waking hours attend; From every danger, every snare,

My heedless steps defend. 6 Smile on my minutes as they roll,

And guide my future days; And let thy goodness fill my soul

With gratitude and praise.


L M.-Morning. 1 IN sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I safely pass the silent night; Again I see the breaking shade,

I 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 O guide me through the various maze

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

When dangers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,

A deeper sleep my eyes oppress;
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,

Thy goodness still delight to bless. 5 That deeper shade shall break away,

That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes;
Thy light shall give eternal day-
Thy love, the

rapture of the skies.


1 WHAT secret hand, at morning-light,

By stealth unseals mine eye,
Draws back the curtain of the night,

And opens earth and sky. 2 'Tis thine, my God,- the same that kept

My resting hours from harm;
No ill came nigh me, for I slept

Beneath the Almighty's arm.
3 'Tis thine-my daily bread that brings,

Like manna scatter'd round,
And clothes me, as the lily springs

In beauty from the ground.
4 This is the hand that shap'd my frame,

And gave my pulse to beat;
That bare me oft through flood and flame,

Through tempest, cold, and heat.
5 In death's dark valley though I stray,

'Twould there my steps attend, Guide with the staff my lonely way,

And with the rod defend.

6 May that dear hand uphold me still,

Through life's uncertain race,
To bring me to thine holy hill,
And to thy dwelling-place.


S.M.- Morning
1 MY Guardian's watchful care

Preserv'd me through the night;
His providential arm was near

Till morn's returning light. 2 No pains upon my bed

Prevented my repose;
But laying down my weary head,

Refresh'd with sleep I rose. 3 From thee my mercies flow;

In pearly drops they fall;
O give a thankful bosom too,
The sweetest pearl of all.


C.M.- Morning. 1 NIGHT'S gloomy scenes are now withdrawn

The blushing morn appears,
And every object we behold

A pleasing aspect wears.
2 The sun arising from the east,

His glories now displays;
And mountains, rivers, rocks, and fields,

Reflect the gladdening rays.
3 All nature's cheerful, light and gay,

And birds in tuneful strains, Welcome the bright returning day,

Which gilds the flowery plains.
4 'Tis thus when God, with smiling face,

Revisits those he loves,
And by displays of pardoning grace,

Thcir anxious fears removes.

5 Mists, which the prospect once conceal’d,

No longer intervene:
But heaven and glory stand reveal’d,

Without a cloud between.
6 God is a sun, whose spreading light

Drives darkness far away,
Dispels the horrors of the night,

And brings eternal day.

P.M.-Self-examination. Ruth ii. 19.
AT evening to myself I say,
My soul, where hast thou glean'd to-day,

Thy labours how bestow'd?
What hast thou rightly said, or done?
What grace obtain 'd, or knowledge won,

In following after God.


C.M.- Evening.
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 leart and tongue:
Sleep not;—when mercies loudly call,

Break forth into a song.
3 Minutes and mercies multiplied,

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

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

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

Accept our hearts' 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.


P.M.- Evening.
1 INTERVAL of grateful shade,

Welcome to my weary head!
Welcome slumbers to mine eyes,

Tir'd with glaring vanities!
2 My Great Master still allows

Needful periods of repose,
By my heavenly Father blest,

Thus I give my powers to rest.
3 Heavenly Father! gracious name!

Night and day his love the same!
Far be each suspicious thought!

Every anxious care forgot.
4 Thou, my ever-bounteous God,

Crown'st my days with various good:
Thy kind eye, that cannot sleep,

These defenceless hours shall keep. 5 What if death my sleep invade?

Should I be of death afraid?
Whilst encircled by thine arm,

may strike, but cannot harm. 6 With thy heavenly presence blest,

Death is life, and labour rest:
Welcome sleep or death to me,
Still secure, for still with Thee!


L.M.- Evening. Job viii. 9. ANOTHER fleeting day is gone,

Slow o'er the west the shadows rise, Swift the soft-stealing hours have flown,

And night's dark mantle veils the skies.

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