CCXLV.

PSALM CXVII.

From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise ;
Let the Redeemer's Name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue!

Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends Thy word :

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

Till suns shall rise and set no more.

Isaac Watts. 1719.

END OF PART II.

PART III.

HYMNS FOR NATURAL AND SACRED

SEASONS.

The Book of Praise.

PART THE THIRD.

HYMNS FOR NATURAL AND SACRED SEASONS.

I.

DAY AND NIGHT.

CCXLVI.

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.

Thy precious time mis-spent redeem;
Each present day thy last esteem ;
Improve thy talent with due care ;
For the great day thyself prepare.

In conversation be sincere ;

Keep conscience as the noontide clear;
Think how All-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

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.

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Wake and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praise to the Eternal King.

I wake! I wake! Ye heavenly choir,
May your devotion me inspire,
That I, like you, my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend!

May I, like you, in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight,
Perform like you my Maker's will!
O may I never more do ill!

Had I your wings, to Heaven I'd fly;
But God shall that defect supply;
And my soul, wing'd with warm desire,
Shall all day long to Heaven aspire.

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

I would not wake, nor rise again,
And Heaven itself I would disdain,
Wert Thou not there to be enjoy'd,
And I in hymns to be employ'd!

Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art;
O never then from me depart!

For, to my soul, 'tis hell to be

But for one moment void of Thee.

Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew;