1 O GOD! whose dread and dazzling brow Love never yet forsook,

On those who seek thy presence now.
In deep compassion look;

2 For many a frail and erring heart
Is in thy holy sight,

And feet too willing to depart
From the plain way of right.

3 Yet, pleased the humble prayer to hear And kind to all that live,

Thou, when thou seest the contrite tea
Art ready to forgive.

4 Lord, aid us with thy heavenly grace,
Our truest bliss to find;

In mercy view our erring race,

So feeble and so blind.

We know thee truly but in this,
That thou bestowest all our good.

3 And so, 'mid boundless time and space,
Oh grant us still in thee to dwell,
And through the ceaseless web to trace
Thy presence working all things well!

Nor let thou life's delightful play
Thy truth's transcendent vision hide;
Nor strength and gladness lead astray
From thee, our nature's only guide.

5 Bestow on every joyous thrill

A deeper tone of reverent awe;
Make pure thy children's erring will,
And teach their hearts to love thy law.

Morning.

BISHOP KENN

1 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 Thy precious time, misspent, redeem;
Each present day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

3 In conversation be sincere;

Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear, Think how the all-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew:
Scatter my sins like morning dew,
Guard my first springs of thought and will
And with thyself my spirit fil

5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design or do or say;

That all my powers, with all their wight, In thy sole glory may unite.

ANCIENT LYRE.

63.

Morning Hmn.

1 Now the shades of night are gone;

Now the morning light is come,
Lord, may we be thine to-day!
Drive the shades of sin away.

2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,
Banish doubt, and clear our sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,
May we stand and watch and pray.

3 Keep our haughty passions bound;
Save us from our foes around;
Going out and coming in,
Keep us safe from every sin.

4 When our work of life is past,
Oh receive us then at last;
Night and sin will be no more,
When we reach the heavenly shore.

3 Show me, if I tempted be,
How to find all strength in thee,
And a perfect triumph win
Over every bosom sin.