1. SHEPHERD of ten der youth, Guiding in love and truth Through devious ways; Christ

our triumphant King, We come Thy name to sing; Hither our children bring To shout Thy praise.

I. AROUND the throne of God in heaven, Thousands of children stand; Children whose sins are

CHORUS.

all forgiven, A ho- ly, happy band, Singing, Glory, glo-ry, glo- ry be to God on high.

1. WHEN, His sal-va- tion bringing, To Zi on je sus came, The children all stood

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.

3 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake.

4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;

Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
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.

With ready mind, and active will,
March on and keep my heavenly way.

4 But I shall rove, and lose the race,
If God my Sun should disappear,
And leave me in the world's wide maze,
To follow every wandering star.
Give me Thy counsel for my guide,
And then receive me to Thy bliss:
All my desires and hopes beside

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Are faint and cold compared with this. Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. ab. and sl. alt.

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"New every Morning."
Lam. iii. 22, 23.

1 NEW every morning is the love

Our wakening and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.

6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 2 New mercies, each returning day,

Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Bp. Thomas Ken. (1637-1711.) 1697, 1709. ab.

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

3 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.

4 The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask,--
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.

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HUMILITY. L. M.

Samuel Parkman Tuckerman. (1819-)

I. My God, how end - less is Thy love: Thy gifts are every evening new;

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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 Thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

I FORTH in Thy Name, O Lord, I go,
My daily labor to pursue;
Thee, only Thee, resolved to know,
In all I think, or speak, or do.

2 The task Thy wisdom hath assigned
O let me cheerfully fulfil;

In all my works Thy presence find,
And prove Thy good and perfect will.

3 Thee may I set at my right hand,
Whose eyes my inmost substance see;
And labor on at Thy command,
And offer all my works to Thee.
4 Give me to bear Thine easy yoke,
And every moment watch and pray;
And still to things eternal look,

And hasten to Thy glorious day.

5 Fain would I still for Thee employ Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given, And run my course with even joy,

And closely walk with Thee to heaven.

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"Splendor paternæ gloriæ."

O JESUS, Lord of light and grace,
Thou brightness of the Father's face,
Thou fountain of eternal light,
Whose beams disperse the shades of night:
2 Come holy Sun of heavenly love,
Come in Thy radiance from above,
And to our inward hearts convey
The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray.
May He our actions deign to bless,
And loose the bonds of wickedness;
From sudden falls our feet defend,
And guide us safely to the end.

4 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.

5 O hallowed thus be every day;

Let meekness be our morning ray,
Our faith like noontide splendor glow,
Our souls the twilight never know.

Ambrose of Milan. (340-397.) Tr. by Rev. John Chandler. (1806-) 1837. ab. and alt. 1203

"Aurora jam spargit polum."

I THE dawn is sprinkling in the east
Its golden shower, as day flows in;
Fast mount the pointed shafts of light:
Farewell to darkness and to sin.

2 So, Lord, when that last morning breaks,
Which shrouds in darkness earth and skies,
May it on us, low bending here,
Arrayed in joyful light arise.

Ambrosian 4th or 5th century.

Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708-1788.) 1749. ab. and alt Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814- ) 1849. ab. and alt

PORTUGAL. L. M.

Thomas Thorley. c. 178c

1. IN sleep's se rene oblivion laid, I safely passed the silent night;

A - gain I see the break-ing shade,

I drink a gain the morn-ing light.

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Morning Hymn.

2 New-born, I bless the waking hour;
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be;
My conscious soul resumes her power,
And springs, my guardian God, to Thee.
3 O guide me through the various maze

My doubtful feet are doomed to tread;
And spread Thy shield's protecting blaze,
When dangers press around my head.

4 A deeper shade will soon impend,

A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress;
Yet then Thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.

5 That deeper shade shall break away,
That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes;
Thy light shall give eternal day,

Thy love, the rapture of the skies.

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A Morning Prayer.
1O THOU great Ruler of the sky,
Who art, and canst not cease to be,
Whose power and greatness never die,
We raise our morning prayer to Thee.

John Hawkesworth. (1715-1773.) 1773. 2 In the beginning of the day,

Morning Hymn.

I LORD God of morning and of night,
We thank Thee for Thy gift of light:
As in the dawn the shadows fly,
We seem to find Thee now more nigh.

2 Fresh hopes have wakened in the heart,
Fresh force to do our daily part;
Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore, 4

A thousand-fold to serve Thee more.

3 Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue, Oft what we would we cannot do;

With the bright rising of the sun,
Direct the footsteps of our way,
Nor leave us till the day is done.

3 As hour succeeds to passing hour,
And duties every moment fill,
Uphold us by Thy mighty power,
And guide us by Thy heavenly will.
And thus, when all our days shall close,
And suns for us no more shall shine,
O may our souls in Thee repose,

And life and joy be one in Thine.
Rev. Thomas Cogswell Upham. (1799-1872.) 1872.