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PSALMS AND HYMNS.
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 ; -Dark forests in the valleys wave, ,
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.
2. Bishop Kenn's Morning Hymn. L.M. 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 ;
Preserv'd, O Lord, by Thee,
Again we bow the knee.
And guide us by Thine arm;
Whom Thou preservist from harm.
3 Let all our words, and all our ways,
Declare that we are Thine,
Before the world may shine.
Dear Saviour, hold us fast,
Thy glorious face at last. 4. Bishop Kenn's Evening Hymn. L.M. GLORY to Thee, my God, this night, u For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath the shadow of Thy wings.
The ills that I this day have done,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
The grave as little as my bed ;
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.
No powers of darkness me molest. 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
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. 2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes ; Us and ours preserve from danger ;
In Thine arms may we repose : And, when life's sad day is past, Rest with Thee in heav'n at last.
Birth of Christ.
HARK! the herald angels sing,
“ Glory to the new-born King ; . “ Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
“ 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, 4. “Glory to the new-born King;”.
Let us all the anthem sing,