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I WAKE, I wake, ye heavenly choir,
2 May I like you in God delight,
0 may I never more do ill.
3 Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me while I slept: Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
1 may of endless light partake.
4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will; And with Thyself my spirit fill.
5 Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,
6 Praise-God, from whom all blessings flow;
NEW every morning is the love
2 New mercies, each returning day,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
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
THROUGH the night by Thee preserved,
Death and wrath our portion were.
COME, my soul, thou must be waking—
All thy feeble strength can pay.
2 Gladly hail the light returning:
Be the incense of thy powers:
With His care thy helpless hours.
3 Pray that He may prosper ever
When thine aim is good and true;
When thou evil wouldst pursue.
4 Think that He thy ways beholdeth— He 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;
That far brighter Sun to greet.
7 Only God's free gifts abuse not,
But His Spirit's voice obey:
Fairer than the fairest day.
8 Round the gifts His bounty showers
Girt with flames thy God shall rear:
Hosts whom Satan's self shall fear.
CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night: Day-spring from on high, draw near; Day-star, in our hearts appear.
Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by Thee; Joyless is the day's return,
Till Thy mercy's beams we see;
Visir, then, these souls of Thine,
Fill us, O Thou Light Divine;
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
LORD of our life, whose tender care
Before Thy throne we bow;
O may we daily, hourly, strive
In heavenly grace to grow;
Dead else to all below;