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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.
2 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.
3 Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept :
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I 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,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
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.
EW every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought.
New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
If on our daily course our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.
The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask ;
Room to deny ourselves; a road
To bring us daily nearer God.
Seek we no more ; content with these,
Let present rapture, comfort, ease,
As heaven shall bid them, come and go:—
The secret this of rest below.
Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above:
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.
HROUGH the night by Thee preserved,
Lord, we come to own Thy care:
Hadst Thou done as we deserved,
Death and wrath our portion were.
Saviour, pardon all our sin;
Let this day with Thee begin;
Through the day to Thee be given—
Every day till called to heaven.
OME, my soul, thou must be waking— Now is breaking O'er the earth another day: Come, to Him who made this splendour See thou render All thy feeble strength can pay.
Gladly hail the light returning:
Be the incense of thy powers:
For the night is safely ended—
God hath tended
With His care thy helpless hours.
Pray that He may prosper ever
When thine aim is good and true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
When thou evil wouldst pursue.
Think that He thy ways beholdeth—
Every fault that lurks within;
Every stain of shame glossed over
And discern each deed of sin.
Fettered to the fleeting hours,
All our powers,
Vain and brief, are borne away:
Time, my soul, thy ship is steering,
To the gulph of death a prey.
May'st thou then on life's last morrow,
Free from sorrow,
Pass away in slumber sweet;
And, released from death's dark sadness,
Rise in gladness,
That far brighter Sun to greet.
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.
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 C HRIST, 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.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till Thy mercy's beams we see;
Till they pour their gladdening light
Through the darkness of our night.
3 Visit, then, these souls of Thine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill us, O Thou Light Divine;
Scatter all our unbelief:
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
ORD of our life, whose tender care
Hath led us on till now,
Here lowly at the hour of prayer
Before Thy throne we bow;
We bless Thy gracious hand, and pray
Forgiveness for another day.
2 O may we daily, hourly, strive
In heavenly grace to grow ;
To Thee and to Thy glory live,
Dead else to all below ;
Tread in the path our Saviour trod,
Though thorny, yet the path to God.