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DODDRIDGE. The Gospel Treasure in earlhen Vessels. 1 HOW rich thy bounty, King of kings!

Thy favors, how divine !
The blessings which thy gospel brings,

How splendidly they shine!
2 Gold is but dross, and gems but toys,

Should gold and gems compare ;
How mean, when set against those joys,

Thy poorest servants share !
3 Yet all these treasures of thy grace

Are lodged in urns of clay ; And the weak sons of mortal race

The immortal gifts convey. 4 Feebly they lisp thy glories forth;

Yet grace the victory gives; Quickly they moulder back to earth;

Yet still thy gospel lives.
5 Such wonders Power divine effects;

Such trophies God can raise ;
His hand from crumbling dust erects

Long monuments of praise.

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WATTS.
A Morning Psalm. Ps. 5.
1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high ;
To thee will I direct my prayer,

To thee lift up mine eye.
2 Thou art a God before whose sight

The wicked shall not stand ;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

Nor dwell at thy right hand.
3 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,

And worship in thy fear.
4 O, may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness,
Make every path of duty straight

And plain before my face.
5 The men that love and fear thy name

Shall see their hopes fulfilled ;
The mighty God will compass them

With favor as a shield.

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Watts.
A Morning Psalm. Ps. 3.
1 TIRED with the burdens of the day,

To thee I raised an evening cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,

And thine almighty help was nigh. 2 Supported by thine heavenly aid,

I laid me down, and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,

Though I should wake and rise no more. 3 But God sustained me all the night;

Salvation doth to God belong; He raised my head to see the light,

And make his praise my morning song.

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Morning Hymn.
1 ON thee each morning, O my God,

My waking thoughts attend ;
In thee are founded all my hopes;

In thee my wishes end.
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,

Thy boundless love surveys;
And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares

A sacrifice of praise.
3 God leads me through the maze of sleep,

And brings me safe to light;
And, with the same paternal care,

Conducts my steps till night.

4 When evening slumbers press my eyes,

With his protection blessed,
In peace and safety I commit

My wearied limbs to rest.
5 My spirit, in his hand secure,

Fears no approaching ill ;
For, whether waking or asleep,

Thou, Lord, art with me still.

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BISHOP KENN.

Morning.
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 the 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.

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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 0, 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.

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KEBLE.
Morning.
1 0, TIMELY happy, timely wise,

Hearts that with rising morn arise,
Eyes that the beam celestial view,
Which evermore makes all things new!