4 When evening slumbers press my eyes, In 5 My spirit, in his hand secure, 674 L. M. Morning. BISHOP KENN. 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 2 Thy precious time, misspent, redeem; 3 In conversation be sincere ; Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear; 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. 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. HAWKESWORTH. 2 New-born, I bless the waking hour; Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; My doubtful feet are doomed to tread, A deeper sleep my eyes oppress; 676 L. M. KEBLE. 1 0, TIMELY happy, timely wise, 2 New every morning is the love Our waking and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. 3 New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 4 If, on our daily course, our mind New treasures still, of countless price, 5 0, could we learn that sacrifice, What lights would all around us rise! 6 The trivial round, the common task, 677 L. M. A Morning Hymn. WATTS. 1 GOD of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies. 2 From the fair chambers of the east, The circuit of his race begins, And, without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines. 3 0, like the sun may I fulfil The appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will March on and keep my heavenly way. 4 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, 678 C. M. WATTS. An Evening Psalm. Ps. 4. 1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ; I fear before thee all the day, 2 And while I rest my weary head, 3 I pay this evening sacrifice; And when my work is done, 4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace, I'll give my eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep. 679 7s M. Before Sleep. DODDRIDGE. 1 INTERVAL of grateful shade, 2 My great Master still allows 4 Thou, my ever-bounteous God, 5 Blest vicissitude to me! Day and night I'm still with thee; Folded in a Father's breast. 680 7s M. In the Night Watches. DODDRIDGE. 1 WHAT though downy slumbers flee, Strangers to my couch and me? Sleepless well I know to rest, Lodged within my Father's breast. |