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I MORNING HYMN L. M.

Morning

François H. Barthélémon, 1791

I A- wake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of

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4 WOODSTOCK C. M.

Deodatus Dutton, Jr., 1829

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5 HURSLEY L. M.

Ascribed to Peter Ritter, 1792. Arr. by Wm. H. Monk, 1861

I Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near;

O may no earth-born cloud a - rise To hide Thee from Thy serv-ant's eyes. A

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2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice Divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infants' slumbers, pure and light.

6 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.

6 (TALLIS'S EVENING HYMN) L. M.
I ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thy own almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

Rev. John Keble, 1820

3 O may my soul on Thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.
4 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.

5 O when shall I in endless day

For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns with the supernal choir
Incessant sing, and never tire!

Bishop Thomas Ken, 1693 (Text of 1709).

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