pow'rs

can pay.

A - men.

3 Think that He thy ways beholdeth;

He unfoldeth
Every fault that lurks within;
Every stain of shame glossed over

Can discover,
And discern each deed of sin.

1 COME, my soul

, thou must be waking;
Now is breaking
O'er the earth another day.
Come to Him, who made this splendor,

See thou render
All thy fecble powers can pay.
2 Pray that He may prosper ever

Each endeavor
When thine aim is good and true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,

And convert thee,
When thou evil wouldst pursue.

4 Say, this morn doth aught oppress thee?

Then address thee
To thy God, whose sunlike smile,
When the mountain-tops He brightens,

Yet enlightens
E'en the lowliest vale the while.

5 Mayest Thou on life's last morrow,

Free from sorrow,
Pass away in slumber sweet;
And, released from death's dark sadness,

Rise in gladness,
That far brighter Sun to greet.

F. R. L. von Canitz, 1654-1699;
tr. Henry J. Buckoll, 1841, and others, arr.

LORD, it is a blessed thing

To Thee both morn and night to bring Our worship’s lowly offering,

2 And, from the strife of tongues away,

Ere toil begins, to meet and pray
For blessings on the coming day,

3 And night by night for evermore

Again with blended voice to pour
Deep thanks for mercies gone before.

4 O Jesus, be our morning Light,

That we may go forth to the fight
With strength renewed and armor bright.

5 And when our daily work is o'er,

And sins and weakness we deplore,
O be Thou then our Light once more.

6 Light of the world, with us abide,

And to Thyself our footsteps guide
At morn, and noon, and eventide.

Wm. Walsham How, 1871