179. VORT

Our daily labour to pursue ; Thee, only Thee, resolved to know

In all we think, or speak, or do.
The task Thy wisdom hath assign'd

O let us cheerfully fulfil;
In all our works Thy presence find,

And prove Thy good and perfect will.
Still be our grateful, glad employ,

To spend for Thee what Thou hast given, And run our course with hope and joy,

Till with Thy saints we enter heaven. To Thee, great Lord, the One in Three !

Let praise for evermore ascend : And grant us in our home to see

The heavenly life that knows no end.

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180.

GLORY to Thee, my God, this night, Teach me to live, that I may dread

For all the blessings of the light ; The grave as little as my bed ;
Keep me, o keep me, King of kings, Teach me to die that so I may
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings! Rise glorious at the awsul day.

Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, O let my soul on Thee repose !
The ill that I this day have done; And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close !
That with the world, myself and Thee, Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

To serve my God when I awake.

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.

From the Dresden Hymn Book. 1767.

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