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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,

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

225. L. M. Bp. Kenn.

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 Thy precious time misspent redeem;

Each present day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

3 In conversation be sincere;

Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear ;
Think how th' 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 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.


226. L. M. HawKESWORTH.

Morning Hymn.
1 In sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I safely passed the silent night:
Again I see the breaking shade,

I drink again the morning light.
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

Where dangers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,

A deeper sleep my 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 my eyes;
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the rapture of the skies.

227. C. M. MontgomERY.

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,

"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;
And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.

2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,

From every rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where sinners lead.



229. L. M. 6 1. Christian Psalmist.

Morning or Evening.
1 As every day thy mercy spares

Will bring its trials or its cares,
O Father, till my life shall end,
Be thou my Counsellor and Friend ;
Teach me thy statutes all divine,

And let thy will be always mine.
2 When each day's scenes and labors close,

And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Father, while I rest;
And as each morning sun shall rise,

O, lead me onward to the skies.
3 And at my life's last setting sun,

My conflicts o’er, my labors done,
Father, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face, and sing thy praise.


230. L. M. Watts.

Morning or Evening Song.
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.

231. C. M. Moravian.

Evening Hymn.
1 In mercy, Lord, remember me,

This instant passing night,
And grant to me most graciously

The safeguard of thy might. 2 With cheerful heart I close my eyes,

Since thou wilt not remove;
O, in the morning let me rise,

Rejoicing in thy love. 3 Or if this night should prove the last,

And end my transient days,
Lord, take me to thy promised rest,

Where I may sing thy praise.

4 Thus I am sure to live or die

To thee, the God of love;
In life and death I do rely

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.

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