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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!


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.


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

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.

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,

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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