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2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,
Banish doubt, and clear our sight;
3 Keep our haughty passions bound;
Save us from our foes around;
4 When our work of life is past,
O, receive us then at last;
225. L. M. Bp. Kenn.
Thy daily stage of duty run;
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Each present day thy last esteem;
3 In conversation be sincere;
Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear ;
4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins like morning dew;
5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
226. L. M. HawKESWORTH.
I safely passed the silent night:
I drink again the morning light.
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be;
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
Where dangers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress;
Thy goodness still delight to bless.
That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes;
227. C. M. MontgomERY.
Acknowledging God's Hand. Morning.
Softly unseals mine eye,
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,
In beauty from the ground.
4 In death's dark valley though I stray,
"Twould 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 thine holy hill,
And to thy dwelling-place.
228. L. M. Watts.
Morning or Evening.
1 My God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thy house;
2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From every rash and heedless word;
229. L. M. 6 1. Christian Psalmist.
Morning or Evening.
Will bring its trials or its cares,
And let thy will be always mine.
And wearied nature seeks repose,
O, lead me onward to the skies.
My conflicts o’er, my labors done,
230. L. M. Watts.
Morning or Evening Song.
Thy gifts are every evening new;
3 I yield my powers to thy command ;
To thee I consecrate my days;
231. C. M. Moravian.
This instant passing night,
The safeguard of thy might. 2 With cheerful heart I close my eyes,
Since thou wilt not remove;
Rejoicing in thy love. 3 Or if this night should prove the last,
And end my transient days,
Where I may sing thy praise.
4 Thus I am sure to live or die
To thee, the God of love;
On thee, who reign'st above.
8 & 7s M. Flint.
Evening Hymn. 1 Thou, whose favors without number
All our days with gladness bless, Let thine eye, that knows not slumber, Guard our hours of helplessness.