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HENRY LAWES. 1638. Harmonized by JAMES TURLE.

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Dr. MILLER. Died, 1807.

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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.
I yield my powers to Thy command,

To Thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from Thine hand

Demand perpetual songs of praise.

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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,
Høver around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.

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If, on our daily course, our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.

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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.

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May faith, deep rooted in the soul,
Subdue our flesh, our minds control;
May guile depart, and discord cease,
And all within be joy and peace.

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