2 I WAKE, I wake, ye heavenly choir, 2 May I like you in God delight, O may 3 Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept, 4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will; 5 Direct, control, suggest this day, That all my powers, with all their might, 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host: Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 3 N EW every morning is the love 2 New mercies, each returning day, 3 If on our daily course our mind New treasures still, of countless price, 4 The trivial round, the common task, 5 Seek we no more; content with these, As heaven shall bid them, come and go :- 6 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love 4 5 HROUGH the night by Thee preserved, TH Hadst Thou done as we deserved, Death and wrath our portion were. Let this day with Thee begin; Every power, Through the day to Thee be given- YOME, my soul, thou must be waking- O'er the earth another day : Come, to Him who made this splendour All thy feeble strength can pay. 2 Gladly hail the light returning : Be the incense of thy powers: With His care thy helpless hours. When thine aim is good and true; When thou evil wouldst pursue. 4 Think that He thy ways beholdethHe unfoldeth Every fault that lurks within; And discern each deed of sin. 5 Fettered to the fleeting hours, Vain and brief, are borne away: To the gulph of death a prey. 6 May'st thou then on life's last morrow, Free from sorrow, Pass away in slumber sweet; And, released from death's dark sadness, That far brighter Sun to greet. 7 Only God's free gifts abuse not, Light refuse not, But His Spirit's voice obey: Soon shall joy thy brow be wreathing, Fairer than the fairest day. 8 Round the gifts His bounty showers Walls and towers Girt with flames thy God shall rear: Angel legions to defend thee Shall attend thee, Hosts whom Satan's self shall fear. 6 7 HRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night: 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, Till Thy mercy's beams we see ; Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; More and more Thyself display, L ORD of our life, whose tender care Here lowly at the hour of prayer We bless Thy gracious hand, and pray 2 O may we daily, hourly, strive Tread in the path our Saviour trod, Though thorny, yet the path to God. |