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Providence of God in the Seasons. PRAISE to God!—immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days: Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. 2 All that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich, o'erflowing stores,3 These, to that dear Source we owe Whence our sweetest comforts flow; These, through all my happy days, Claim my cheerful songs of praise. 4 Lord, to thee my soul should raise Grateful, never-ending praise; And, when every blessing's flown, Love thee for Thyself alone. L. M. 453 a JMorning Hymn. GOD of the morning, at thy voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies. 2 Oh! like the sun may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day; With ready mind, and active will, March on, and keep my heavenly way. 454 C. M.

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Once more, my voice, thy tribute pa
To him who rules the skies. y
2 "Tis he supports my mortal frame:
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

3 Great God, let all my hours be thine,
While I erjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a peaceful night.

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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 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 life partake.

3 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.

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GOD of my life, my morning song
To thee I cheerful raise: -

Thy acts of love 'tis good to sing,
And pleasant ’tis to praise.

2 Preserved by thy almighty arm,
I passed the shades of night,
Seréne, and safe from every harm,
To see the morning light.

3 Oh let the same almighty care
Through all this day attend:
From every danger—every snare,
My heedless steps defend.

4 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.

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LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To #. will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;—

2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand:
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 Oh may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;

Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

458 S. M. BEHOLD the morning sun

Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

2. But where the gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light,
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

3 How perfect is thy word!
And all thy judgments just!
Forever sure thy promise, Lord,
And we securely trust.

4 My gracious God, how plain

Are thy directions given'
Oh! may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven.

C. M. 459 God the Preserver of JMen. THROUGH all the dangers of the night, Preserved, O Lord, by thee, Again we hail the cheerful light, Again we bow the knee.

2 Oh! may the beams of truth divine,
With clear, convincing light,
In all our understandings shine,
And chase our mental night.

3 Preserve us, Lord, throughout the day,
And guide us by thine arm;
For they are safe, and only they,
Whom thou dost save from harm.

L. M. 460 ...An Evening Hymn. THUS far the Lord has led me on; Thus far his power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past;
He gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep; -
Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to break my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.

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DREAD Sovereign, let my evening song
Like holy, incense rise;

Assist the offering of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

2 Through all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was o my guard;
And still to drive my wants away,
Thy mercy stood prepared.

8 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around,
But oh! how few returns of love
Hath my Redeemer found?

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