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L. M.

KINL: Morning Hyme. 1 Oh! timely happy, timely wise,

Hearts that with rising morn arise
Eyes that the beam celestial view,

Which evermore makes all things sowo 2 New every morning is the love

Our wakening and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely broughs

Restored to life, and power, and thought. 3 New mercies, each returning day,

Hover around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 4 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.
5 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,

As more of heaven in each we see ;
Some softening gleams of love and prayer,
Shall dawn on every cross and care.


L. M.

Bishop KBNN
Morning Resolutions.
1 Awake, my soul ! and with the sun .

Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praises to th' eternal King.

3 In conversation be sincere ;

Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear;
Think how the all-seeing God thy ways

And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;

Scatter my sins like morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and wil.

And with thyself my spirit fill.
5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,

All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.


C. M.

Acknowledging God's Hand. Morning.
1 What secret hand, at morning light,

Softly unseals mine eye,
Draws back the curtain of the night,

And opens earth and sky;
2 'Tis thine, my God,- the same that kept

My resting hours from harm;
No ill came nigh me, for I slept

Beneath th' Almighty's arm.
3 'Tis thine, my daily bread that brings,

Like manna scattered round,
And clothes me, as the lily springs
In beauty from the ground.

4 In death's dark valley though I stray

'T would there my steps attend,
Guide with the staff my lonely way

And with the rod defend.
5 May that sure hand uphold me still

Through life's uncertain race,
To bring me to thy holy hill,

And to thy dwelling-place.



Morning Hymn.
1 Now, the shades of night are gone;

Now the morning light comes on ;
Lord, may we be thine to-day,

Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,

Banish doubt, and clear our sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,

May we stand, and watch and pray.
3 Keep our haughty passions bound :

Save us from our foes around;
Going out and coming in,

Keep us safe from every sin.
4 When our work of life is past,

0, receive us then at last;
Night and sin will be no more,
When we reach the heavenly shore.

L. M.

The Same.
1 God of the morning, at whose voice

The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies.

2 Froni the fair chambers of the east,

The circuit of his race begins,
And, without weariness or rest,

Round the whole earth he flies and shines

3 0, like the sun may I fulfil

The appointed duties of the day,
With ready mind and active will

March on and keep my heavenly way. 1 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,

Enlightening our beclouded eyes,
Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure,

Thy gospel makes the simple wise.


C. M.

Mrs. STBELE The Same. | LORD of my life! O may thy praise

Employ my noblest powers,
Whose goodness lengthens out my days,

And fills the circling hours !
2 Preserved by thy almighty arm,

I passed the shades of night,
Serene and safe from every harm,

And see returning light.
3 While many spend the night in sighs

And restless pains and woes,
In gentle sleep I close my eyes

And undisturbed repose. 4 When sleep death's semblance o'er me spread,

And I unconscious lay,
Thy watchful care was round my bed,
To guard my feeble clay.

6 O let the same almighty care

My waking hours attend;
From every danger, every snare,

My heedless steps defend.

L. M.

Morning or Everoing Hymn
1 My God, how endless is thy love!

Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies, from above,

Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light,

And quickens all my drowsy powers.
3 I yield my powers to thy command ;

To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thine hand

Demand perpetual songs of praise.



8s. & 7s. M.

Confidence in God's Protection.
1 FATHER, breathe an evening blessing

Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing;

Thou canst save and thou canst heal
2 Though destruction walk around us,

Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel guards from thee surround us;

We are safe, if thou art nigh.
3 Though the night be dark and dreary,

Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he who, never weary,
Watchest where thy people be.

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