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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 Be set to hallow all we find,

New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.

5 0, could we learn that sacrifice,
What lights would all around us rise!
How would our hearts with wisdom talk,
Along life's dullest, dreariest walk!

6 The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask
Room to deny ourselves.
a road
To bring us, daily, nearer God.

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L. M.

A Morning Hymn.

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,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes,
Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure,
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.


C. M.

An Evening Psalm. Ps. 4.

1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;

I am forever thine;

I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.

2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.


3 I pay this evening sacrifice;

And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone.

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.



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7s M.

Before Sleep.

1 INTERVAL of grateful shade,
Welcome to my weary head;
Welcome, slumbers, to mine eyes,
Tired with glaring vanities.
2 My great Master still allows
Needful periods of repose;
By my heavenly Father blessed,
Thus I give my powers to rest.
3 Heavenly Father! gracious name!
Night and day his love the same;
Far be each suspicious thought,
Every anxious care forgot.


4 Thou, my ever-bounteous God,
Crown'st my days with various good;
Thy kind eye, that cannot sleep,
These defenceless hours shall keep.

5 Blest vicissitude to me!

Day and night I'm still with thee;
Guarded thus I sink to rest,

Folded in a Father's breast.


7s M.

In the Night Watches.

1 WHAT though downy slumbers flee,
Strangers to my couch and me?
Sleepless well I know to rest,
Lodged within my Father's breast.


2 While the empress of the night
Scatters mild her silver light;
While the vivid planets stray
Various through their mystic way;-

3 While the stars unnumbered roll
Round the ever-constant pole ;
Far above these spangled skies,
All my soul to God shall rise,-
4 'Midst the silence of the night,
Mingling with those angels bright,
Whose harmonious voices raise
Ceaseless love and ceaseless praise.

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5 Through the throng his gentle ear
Shall my tuneless accents hear;
From on high doth he impart
Secret comfort to my heart.

6 He, in these serenest hours,
Guides my intellectual powers,
And his Spirit doth diffuse,
Sweeter far than midnight dews, –

7 Lifting all my thoughts above, On the wings of faith and love: Blest alternative to me,

Thus to sleep, or wake, with thee!


7s M.

A Thought of Death suggested in the Night.
1 WHAT if death my sleep invade?
Should I be of death afraid?
Whilst encircled by thine arm,
Death may strike, but cannot harm.

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2 What if beams of opening day
Shine around my breathless clay?
Brighter visions from on high
Shall regale my mental eye.

3 Tender friends awhile may mourn
Me from their embraces torn ;
Dearer, better friends I have
In the realms beyond the grave.
4 See the guardian angels nigh

Wait to waft my soul on high!
See the golden gates displayed!
See the crown, to grace my head!

5 See a flood of sacred light,

Which no more shall yield to night!
Transitory world, farewell;
Jesus calls with him to dwell.

6 With thy heavenly presence blest,
Death is life, and labor rest;
Welcome sleep, or death, to me,
Still secure, for still with thee.


L. M.

An Evening Hymn.

1 THUS far the Lord has led me on; Thus far his power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.


2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But he forgives my follies past;

He gives me strength for days to come.

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