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l'he Father mild inclinés his ear,
And spares us yet another year, 4 Jesus, thy speaking blood
From God obtain'd the grace,
On us a longer space:
And lo, we see another year! 5 Then dig about our root,
Break up our fallow ground,
To thy great praise abound;
P. M. 611.
Morning Song. 1 ONCE more my eyes behold the day,
And to my God my soui would pay
Devoted to thy praise.
My weary head found rest:
Disturb’d my peaceful breast. 3 How many, since I laid me down, Have launch'd into a world unknown,
To meet a dreadful doom:
Have sigh'd in vain for home. * But I am spar'd to see thy face, A monument of saving grace,
And live to praise thy name:
Peace to my soul proclaim.
Till thou shalt bid me rise,
(398.) L. M. 612. God renews his mercies morning and
evening. 1 My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts arc every evening new; And morning mercies from above
Gently descend like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the niglat,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours! Thy sov’reign word restores the light,
Ånd quickens all my drowsy powers. (3 I yield myself to thy command;
To thee devote my nights and days;
L. M. 613.
A Morning Hymn. Psalm xix. 5. 8. and lxxiii. 24. 25. · GOD of the morning, at whose voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise
From the fair chambers of the east
3 O like the sun may I fulfil
Th’appointed duties of the day,
To follow every wandering star, 5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes,
Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 6 Give me thy counsels for my guide,
And then receive me to thy bliss;
C. M. 614.
A Morning Song
Salutes thy waking eyes,
To him that rules the skies.
The day renews the sound,
To turn the season's round.
My tongue shall speak his praise:
And yet his wrath delays. [On a poor worm thy power might tread,
And I could ne'er withstand; Thy justice might have crush'd me dead
But mercy held thine hand. 5 A thousand wretched souls are lieu Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou longtli’nest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.]
Whilst I enjoy the light,
And bring a pleasant night. 615.
(399.) C. M.
To God's upholding hand!
And yct secure we stand.
, Which form'd us with a word! And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour';
We lean upon the Lord.
And mercy guards the room;
That was not macle our tomb.
That we shall end the day;
To take our lives away.
Our joy and safety brings;
C. M. 616.
Employ my noblest pow'rs,
And fills the circling hours! 2 Preserv'd by thy almighty arm,
I pass the shades of night,
Serene and safe from ev'ry harm,
And see returning ligkt.
And restless pains and woes,
And undisturlı'd repose. 4 When sleep, death's semblance, o'er me spread,
And I unconscious lay;
To guard my feeble clay.
My waking hours attend:
My heedless steps defend.
And guide my future days; And let thy goodness fill my soul With gratitude and praise.
(401.) L. M. The morning' emblematic of eterna. day I sleep's serene oblivion laid,
I safely pass'd 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 pow'r,
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,
Where daugers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade shall soon inipend;
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress: