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175. Mo God, how endless is Thy love, Thod spread’st the curtains of the night,
Thy gifts are every evening new, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; And morning mercies from above Thy sovereign Word restores the light, Gently distil like early dew
Ănd quickens all my drowsy powers.
To Thee I consecrate my days;
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
176. NEW every morning is the love The trivial round, the common task,
Our wakening and uprising prove, Will furnish all we ought to ask; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Room to deny ourselves,—a road Restored to life and power and thought. To bring us daily nearer God.
New mercies, each returning day,
Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love
If, on our daily course, our mind
O JESU, Lord of heavenly grace,
0, hallow'd be the approaching day! Thou brightness of Thy Father's face, Let meekness be our morning ray, Thou Fountain of eternal light,
And faithful love our noon-day light, Whose beamos disperse the shades of night! And hope our sunset, calm and bright.
May faith, deep rooted in the soul,