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devotion me inspire, That I like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend. 2 May I like you in God delight,
, Have all day long my God in sight, Perform like you my Maker's willO may
I never more do ill.
3 Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept :
4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew ;
5 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say ;
In Thy sole glory may unite. 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below ;
EW 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,
4 The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask ;
5 Seek we no more ; content with these,
Let present rapture, comfort, ease,
6 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above :
4 THROUGH the night by Thee preserved,
Lord, we come to own Thy care:
Death and wrath our portion were.
YOME, my soul, thou must be waking
Now is breaking
All thy feeble strength can pay. 2 Gladly hail the light returning : Ready burning
Be the incense of thy powers :
With His care thy helpless hours.
When thine aim is good and true ;
When thou evil wouldst pursue.
4 Think that He thy ways beholdeth-
Every fault that lurks within ;
And discern each deed of sin.
5 Fettered to the fleeting hours,
Vain and brief, are borne away :
To the gulph of death a prey. 6 May'st thou then 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. 7 Only God's free gifts abuse not, Light refuse not,
But His Spirit's voice obey :
Fairer than the fairest day.
Girt with flames thy God shall rear :
Hosts whom Satan's self shall fear.
HRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only Light,
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-star, in our hearts appear.
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Till Thy mercy's beams we see ;
Through the darkness of our night.
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Scatter all our unbelief :
Shining to the perfect day. 7
ORD of our life, whose tender care
Hath led us on till now,
Before Thy throne we bow;
Forgiveness for another day.
In heavenly grace to grow;
Dead else to all below;