Bright shining from His throne above

Upon our sinful way.
2 Prais'd be His name on high !

When helper there was none,
For us, He did himself deny,

And gave His dearest Son.
3 What have I brought Thee home

To pay my mighty debt?
Ah, me! afar from Thee I roam,

And all Thy love forget ! 4 Yet still, with every day,

Thou goest on to bless,
To put amendment in our way,

And mercy, grace, and peace. 5 This day, O God, my life,

Heaven's gate has open stood,
And blessings plentiful and rife,

Thy hand to me hath show'd. 6 My God, Thou art all love :

Teach me Thy love to know !
To do Thy will makes heav'n above :

Teach me Thy will to do!

IV. MORNING AND EVENING. 211. Morning.

L.M. 1 A WAKE, 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 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart;

And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing

High praise to their eternal King. 3 Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refresh'd me while I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, may

of endless life partake. 4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;

I 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,

All I design, orado, or say ;,
That all my powers, with all their might,

In Thy sole glory may unite. 212. Morning Song.

C.M. MY

God was with me all the night,

And gave me sweet repose;
My God did watch, even whilst I slept,

Or I had never rose. 2 Sweet rest hath gained that strength to me,

Which labour did devour : My body was in weakness sown,

But it is raised in power. 3 Lord, for the mercies of the night,

My humble thanks I pay ; And unto Thee I dedicate

The first fruits of the day.

4 Let this day praise Thee, O my God,

And so let all my days :
And, 0, let mine eternal day,

Be thine eternal praise. 213. Morning

L.M. NEW every morning is the love

Our wakening and 'uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought,

Restored to life, and power, and thought. 2 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. 3 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.
4 We need not bid, for cloister'd cell,

Our neighbour and our work farewell ;
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high

For sinful man beneath the sky.
5 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.
6 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love

Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.

214. Evening Hymn.

12th. 1 THE night is come. Like to the day,

Depart not Thou, great God, away;
Let not my sins, black as the night,
Eclipse the lustre of Thy light:
Keep my horizon, for to me

The sun makes not my day, but Thee ! 2 While I do rest, my soul advance,

And make my sleep a holy trance;
That so I may, when rest is wrought,
Awake into some holy thought,
And with as active vigour run

My course, as doth the nimble sun. 3 Sleep is a death; O make me try,

By sleeping what it is to die;
And then as gently lay my head
Upon my grave as now my bed.
Howe'er I rest, great God, let me

Awake again at last with Thee ! 215. Evening

L.M.
my soul, thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near :
O may no earth-born cloud arise

To hide Thee from Thy servants' eyes. 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep

Our wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be our last thought-how sweet to rest
For erer on our Saviour's breast,

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3 Abide with me from morn to eve,

For without Thee I cannot live.
Abide with me when night is nigh,

For without Thee I dare not die.
4 Come near and bless us when we wake,

Ere through the world our way we take ;
Till in the ocean of Thy love,

We lose ourselves in heaven above.
216.
Eyening.

L.M. 1 GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,

For all the blessings of the light :
Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,

Under Thine own almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The

ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee,

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 30 may my soul on Thee repose,

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more vigorous make,

To serve my God when I awake.
4 Teach me to live that I may dread

The grave as little as my bed :
Teach me to die, that so I may

With joy behold the judgment day. 5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him all creatures here below :

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