5 That deeper shade shall break away;
That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the raptures of the skies,

618.

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2

3

5

S. M.
Morning Song.

SEE how the rising sun

Pursues his shining way;

And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With ev'ry bright'ning ray.

Thus would my rising soul
Its heavenly parent sing:
And to its great original
The humble tribute bring.

Serene I laid me down
Beneath his guardian care,
1 slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind Preserver near!

Thus does thine arm support
This weak, defenceless frame.
But whence these favours, Lord, to me,
So worthless as I am?

O how shall I repay

The bounties of my God?

This feeble spirit pants beneath
The pleasing, painful load,

Dear Saviour, to thy cross
bring my sacrifice;

By thee perfum'd, it shall ascend
With fragrance to the skies.

7 My life I would anew

Devote, O Lord, to thee:

And in thy blessed presence spend
A long eternity.

C. M.

619. God's Goodness renewed every Morning and Evening.

1 GREAT God! my early vows to thee
With gratitude I'll bring:

And at the rosy dawn of day
Thy lofty praises sing.

2 'Thou round the heavenly arch dost draw
A dark and sable veil,

And all the beauties of the world
From mortal eyes conceal.

3 Again the sky with golden beams
Thy skilful hands adorn,

And paint with cheerful splendour gay
The fair ascending morn.

And as the gloomy night returns,
Or smiling day renews,
Thy constant goodness still my soul
With benefits pursues.

5 For this will I my vows to thee
With evening incense bring;
And at the rosy dawn of day
Thy lofty praises sing.

620. Seeking divine protection in the morning.
(403.) C. M.
1 TO thee let my first off'rings rise,
Whose sun creates my day;

Swift as his gladd'ning influence flies,
And spotless as his ray.

This day thy fav'ring hand be nigh
So oft vouchsaf'd before!

Still may it lead, protect, supply,
And I that hand adore.

8 If bliss thy Providence impart,
For which, resign'd, I pray:

Give me to feel the grateful heart,
That, without guilt, is gay.

4 Affliction should'st thou please to send,
As sin's or folly's cure:
Patient, to gain that blessed end,
May I the means endure.

5 Be this and ev'ry future day
Still wiser than the past;

That, from the whole of life's survey, 1 may find peace at last.

621.

(402.) L. M.

Resolutions in the morning.

AWAKE, my soul! and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 By influence of the light divine,
Let thy own light to others shine;
Reflect all heaven's propitious rays
In ardent love and cheerful praise.
3 Lord! I my vows to thee renew:
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will;
And with thyself my spirit fill.

4 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design to do or say;

That all my pow'rs with all their might
In thy sole glory may unite.

5 All praise to thee, who safe has kept,
And hast refresh'd me, while 1 slept!
Grant, Lord, when 1 from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake,

E lift our hearts to thee,
O Day-star from on high!

The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.

2 O let thy orient beams

The night of sin disperse, The mists of error and of vice, Which shade the universe!

3 How beauteous nature now!
How dark and sad before!

With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore

4 O may no gloomy crime

Pollute the rising day;

May Jesus' blood, like evening dew,
Wash all our stains away.

5 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past:
And live this short revolving day,
As if it were our last.

6 To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit, one in three,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall for ever be.

I NOW the shades of night are gone,

Now the morning light is come;

Lord, may I be thine to-day-
Drive the shades of sin away.

2 Fill my soul with heav'nly light,
Banish doubt, and cleanse my sight,
In thy service, Lord, to-day,
Help me labour, help me pray.

3. Keep my haughty passions bound
Save me from my foes around;
Going out and coming in,
Keep me safe from ev'ry sin.

4 When my work of life is past,
Oh! receive me then at last!
Night of sin will be no more,
When I reach the heav'nly shore.

624.

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(372.) L. M.

The Lord's day.

ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another sabbath is begun:

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has blest.

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of heav'n,

And gives this day the food of sev'n.

30 that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense, to the skies;

And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, Which none, but he who feels it, knows.

4 With joy, great God! thy works we view In various scenes both old and new; With praise we think on mercies past, With hope we future pleasures taste.

5 In holy duties let the day,

In holy pleasures pass away:

How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end.

625.

L. M.

The Sabbath. Ps. lxxxiv. 10

OUR Sabbaths come so welcome on,

We wish them to remain awhile, But soon, alas! their joys are gone,

And scarce "bequeath a parting smile."

2 Full many are the hours of grief,

Allotted to the sons of

men,