HYMNS. MORNING HYMNS. HYMN 1. AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept, Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. 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. B Direct, controul, suggest this day, That all my pow'rs, with all their might, HYMN 2. LORD of my life, O may Thy praise Preserv'd by Thy Almighty arm, I passed the shades of night, While many spent the night in sighs, When sleep, death's semblance, o'er me spread, And I unconscious lay, Thy watchful care was round my bed, To guard my feeble clay. O let the same Almighty care My waking hours attend ; From every danger, every snare, Smile on my minutes as they roll, HYMN 3. MY GOD, how endless is Thy love! Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, I yield my pow'rs to Thy command; EVENING HYMNS. HYMN 4. GLORY to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own Almighty wings. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ills that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I The grave as little as my Teach me to die, that so may dread bed ; I may Rise glorious at the judgment day. Oh, let my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; If in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply; No powers of darkness me molest. HYMN 5. IS there a time when moments flow, It is of all the times below, A Sabbath eve in summer tide. And then the peace that Jesus beams, Is Delightful scene! a world at rest, If heav'n be ever felt below, A scene so heav'nly sure as this, May cause a heart on earth to know Some foretaste of celestial bliss. Delightful hour! how soon will night Yet will there dawn at last a day; HYMN 6. INSPIRER, and hearer of prayer, I, sleeping, and waking, resign: Thy minist'ring spirits descend, To watch while Thy saints are asleep ; By day and by night they attend, The heirs of salvation to keep; Bright seraphs, dispatch'd from the throne, Repair to the stations assign'd, And angels elect are sent down, To guard the elect of mankind. Thy worship no interval knows, They chant to the praise of my King: |