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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.

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.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below,
Praise Him above, ye angelic host,
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.'

'AN EVENING HYMN.

Glory to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under Thy own Almighty wings.

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.

'Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Triumphing rise at the last day.

'O 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.

'When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
'Dull sleep, of sense me to deprive,
I am but half my days alive;
Thy faithful lovers, Lord, are grieved
To lie so long of Thee bereaved.

'But though sleep o'er my frailty reigns,
Let it not hold me long in chains,
And now and then let loose my heart,
Till it an Hallelujah dart.

'The faster sleep the sense does bind,
The more unfettered is the mind;
O may my soul, from matter free,
Thy unveil'd goodness waking see!
'O when shall I in endless day
For ever chase dark sleep away,

And endless praise with the heavenly choir Incessant sing, and never tire?

'You, my blest Guardian, whilst I sleep, Close to my bed your vigils keep ;

Divine love into me instil;

Stop all the avenues of ill.

'Thought to thought with my soul converse, Celestial joys to me rehearse ;

And in my stead, all the night long,
Sing to my God a grateful song.

'Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below,
Praise Him above, ye angelic host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.'

'A MIDNIGHT HYMN.

'Lord, now my sleep does me forsake,
The sole possession of me take
Let no vain fancy me illude,
No one impure desire intrude.

"Blest angels! while we silent lie,
Your Hallelujahs sing on high;
You, ever watchful near the Throne,
Prostrate, adore the Three in One.
'I now awake, do with you join,
To praise our God in hymns divine;
With you in heaven I hope to dwell,
And bid the night and world farewell.
My soul, when I shake off this dust,
Lord, in Thy arms I will entrust;
O make me Thy peculiar care,
Some heavenly mansion me prepare.

'Give me a place at Thy saints' feet,
Or some fall'n angel's vacant seat;
I'll strive to sing as loud as they
Who sit above in brighter day.

'O may I always ready stand,

With my lamp burning in my hand;
May I in sight of heaven rejoice,

Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice!

'Glory to Thee, in light array'd,

Who light Thy dwelling-place hast made;
An immense ocean of bright beams
From Thy all-glorious Godhead streams.

'The sun in its meridian height Is very darkness in Thy sight. My soul O lighten and inflame

With thought and love of Thy great Name.
'Blest Jesu, Thou on heaven intent,
Whole nights hast in devotion spent ;
But I, frail creature, soon am tired,
And all my zeal is soon expired.

'My soul, how canst thou weary grow
Of antedating heaven below,
In sacred hymns and Divine love,
Which will eternal be above?

'Shine on me, Lord; new life impart ;
Fresh ardours kindle in my heart;
One ray of Thy all-quickening light
Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.
'Lord, lest the tempter me surprise,
Watch over Thine own sacrifice ;
All loose, all idle thoughts cast out,
And make my very dreams devout.'

Ken lost his parents in his childhood. This loss was to a large extent made up to him by the faithful care of his sister Anne and her husband, Izaak Walton. They placed him in Winchester College, and when in after-years he became fellow of that college, and held other offices in that ancient city, he showed his re

membrance of the past by taking a deep interest in the spiritual welfare of the scholars. The 'Manual' he prepared for them gives them particular directions in relation to prayer, selfexamination, the reading of the Scriptures, the keeping of the Sabbath, etc., and is written in a most devout, fatherly, loving spirit. It is probable that the hymns were printed as early as the 'Manual,' but in broadsheets, for convenience of circulation, and that they might be affixed to the walls of the scholars' sleeping rooms. The work in which they were incorporated proved a blessing to the great revivalist, George Whitefield, in his early life. When he was about ten years old his mother made a second marriage, which proved to be an unhappy one. During the troubles to which this led his brother used to read Bishop Ken's 'Manual for Winchester Scholars.' This book affected George Whitefield greatly; and when the corporation, at their annual visitation of the school where he was educated, gave him, according to