HYMNS.

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I. DAILY PRAYER.

Morning.

JEW every morning is the love

Our wakening and uprising prove;

L. M.

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 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,
As more of heaven in each we see;
Some softening gleam of love and prayer
Shall dawn on every cross and care.

5 The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we need to ask;
Room to deny ourselves, a road

To bring us daily nearer God.

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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.

AW

PART I.

WAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Redeem thy misspent time that's past,
And live this day as if thy last;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great Day thyself prepare.

3 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long, unwearied, sing
High praise to the eternal King.

L. M.

PART II.

4 All praise to Thee, Who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake.

5 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;

Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

6 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say ;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

7 Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

The Doxology may be sung also at the end of Part I.

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COME, my soul, thou must be waking,

Now is breaking

O'er the earth another day:

Come, to Him Who made this splendor
See thou render

All thy feeble strength can pay.

2 Pray that He may prosper ever
Each endeavor,

When thine aim is good and true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,

When thou evil wouldst pursue.

3 Think that He thy ways beholdeth ;
He unfoldeth

Every fault that lurks within;
He the hidden shame glossed over
Can discover,

And discern each deed of sin.

4 Mayest thou on life's last morrow,

Free from sorrow,

Pass away in slumber sweet;

And, released from death's dark sadness,
Rise in gladness,

That far brighter Sun to greet.

P. M.