2 1 3 7.7.7.7.7.7. YHRIST, Whose glory fills the skies, 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, Till Thy mercy's beams I see, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Scatter all my unbelief; More and more Thyself display, 7. 8. 7. 8. 7. 3. 1 NOME, Thou bright and morning Star, Light of light, without beginning, 2 Shine upon us from afar, That we may be kept from sinning; As the soft refreshing dew Let Thy Spirit shed anew Life on every wearied power; Bless Thy flock from Thy rich store, 3 4 5 Let Thy love's pure fire destroy Life has set. Ah! Thou Day-star from on high, Grant that at Thy next appearing, We, who in the grave do lie, May arise, Thy summons hearing, And rejoice in our new life, Far from strife. Light us to those heavenly spheres, Sun of Grace, in glory shrouded; Lead us through this vale of tears, To the land where days unclouded, Purest joy and perfect peace, Never cease. 1 L. M. NORTH in Thy name, O Lord, I go, Thee, only Thee, resolved to know 2 The task Thy wisdom hath assigned 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 labour on at Thy command, And offer all my works to Thee. 5 4 Give me to bear Thy easy yoke, L. M. 1 LORY to Thee who safe hast kept 2 I would not wake, nor rise again, 3 Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art; Oh never then from me depart; For to my soul 'tis hell to be But for one moment without Thee. 4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew, Scatter 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 That all my powers with all their might 6 7 1 L C. M. ORD of my life! oh may Thy praise 2 Preserved by Thy Almighty arm, 3 Death's likeness, o'er my features spread, 4 Oh may the same Almighty care 5 Smile on my minutes as they roll, L. M. 1 NEW every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 2 New mercies, each returning day, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 8 3 If on our daily course our mind New treasures still, of countless price, 4 The trivial round, the common task, C. M. 1 THROUGH all the dangers of the night, Preserved, O Lord, by Thee, Again we hail the cheerful light, 2 Preserve us, Lord, throughout the day, 3 Let all our words and all our ways That so the light of truth and grace 4 Let us ne'er turn away from Thee; Till with unclouded eyes we see |