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Bright shining from His throne above
Upon our sinful way.
When helper there was none,
And gave His dearest Son.
To pay my mighty debt?
And all Thy love forget ! 4 Yet still, with every day,
Thou goest on to bless,
And mercy, grace, and peace. 5 This day, O God, my life,
Heaven's gate has open stood,
Thy hand to me hath show'd. 6 My God, Thou art all love :
Teach me Thy love to know !
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,
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 ;,
In Thy sole glory may unite. 212. Morning Song.
God was with me all the night,
And gave me sweet repose;
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 :
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 thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 3 If on our daily course our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
God will provide for sacrifice.
Our neighbour and our work farewell ;
For sinful man beneath the sky.
Would furnish all we ought to ask ;
To bring us daily nearer God.
Fit us for perfect rest above;
214. Evening Hymn.
12th. 1 THE night is come. Like to the day,
Depart not Thou, great God, away;
The sun makes not my day, but Thee ! 2 While I do rest, my soul advance,
And make my sleep a holy trance;
My course, as doth the nimble sun. 3 Sleep is a death; O make me try,
By sleeping what it is to die;
Awake again at last with Thee ! 215. Evening
To hide Thee from Thy servants' eyes. 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
Our wearied eyelids gently steep,
3 Abide with me from morn to eve,
For without Thee I cannot live.
For without Thee I dare not die.
Ere through the world our way we take ;
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
L.M. 1 GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light :
Under Thine own almighty wings.
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;
To serve my God when I awake.
The grave as little as my bed :
With joy behold the judgment day. 5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him all creatures here below :