PSALMS AND HYMNS. 1. Creation. ALL dead and silent was the earth, Th' Eternal spake creation's word, C.M. 2 God spake the murmuring waters fled, They left their deep repose; Wide over-arching heaven's blue vault 3 God spake the hills and plains put on And budding trees are seen. : 4 God spake and on the new-dress'd earth Soft smil'd the glowing sun; Then full of joy he sprang aloft, 5 God spake the waters teem with life, The many colour'd winged birds Dart quickly through the woods. 6 God spake: He look'd on earth and heaven (Angels around Him stood); In His own image, man He made, B 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 2 Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept, 3 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew, 4 Direct, control, suggest, this day, That all my powers, with all their might, 5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 3. Morning Hymn. C.M. THROUGH all the dangers of the night Again we hail the cheerful light, 2 Preserve us, Lord, throughout the day, 3 Let all our words, and all our ways, That so the light of truth and grace 4. dread L.M. Bishop Kenn's Evening Hymn. GLORY to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath the shadow of Thy wings. 2 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. 3 Teach me to live, that I may 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; Sleep that may me more vig'rous make To serve my God, when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 5. Evening Hymn. 8,7,7. THRO' the day Thy love hath spar'd us; 2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, 6. Birth of Christ. HARK! the herald angels sing, 2 Joyful, all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies; SEVENS. Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace! 3 Mild, He lays His glory by ; Born, that men no more might die; 66 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, "God and sinners reconcil'd." |