PSALMS AND HYMNS. C.M. 1. Creation. In deepest night it lay, And called to being day. 2 God spake : the murmuring waters fled, They left their deep repose; The firmament arose. Their robe of freshest green ; And budding trees are seen. 4 God spake: and on the new-dress'd earth Soft smild the glowing sun; His heavenly course to run. The tenants of the floods ; Dart quickly through the woods. 6 God spake: He look'd on earth and heaven (Angels around Him stood); Pronouncing all was good. B L.M. 2. Bishop Kenn's Morning Hymn. AWAKE, my soul ! and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast preserv'd me while I slept ; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. Disperse my sins as morning dew; And with Thyself my spirit fill. Whate'er I do, whate'er I say ; In Thy sole glory may unite. 5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 3. Morning Hymn. THROUGH all the dangers of the night Preserv'd, O Lord, by Thee, Again we bow the knee. And guide us by Thine arm; Whom Thou preserv'st from harm. C.M. L.M. 3 Let all our words, and all our ways, Declare that we are Thine, may shine. Dear Saviour, hold us fast, Thy glorious face at last. For all the blessings of the light; Beneath the shadow of Thy wings. The ills that I this day have done, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious in the judgment day. 4 O may my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep my eyelids close; To serve my God, when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply; No powers of darkness me molest. 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; 5. Evening Hymn. 8,7,7. THRO' the day Thy love hath spar'd us ; Now we lay us down to rest ; Through the silent watches guard us; Let no foe our peace molest; Jesus, Thou our Guardian be ; Sweet it is to trust in Thee. Dwelling in the midst of foes ; In Thine arms may we repose : SEVENS. 6. Birth of Christ. Glory to the new-born King ; “ God and sinners reconcil'd.” 2 Joyful, all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; Hail the Sun of Righteousness! 3 Mild, He lays His glory by ; Born, that men no more might die ; Born, to give them second birth, mercy mild, “ God and sinners reconcil'd.” |