ƒ 4 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.
5 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.
6 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
7 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.
f Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise him, all creatures here below;
ff Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
mf 1 O TIMELY happy, timely wise,
Hearts that with rising morn arise!
Eyes that the beam celestial view,
Which evermore makes all things new!
ƒ2 New every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove,
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life and power and thought.
3 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. m 4 If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find,
mf New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.
m 5 The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask,-
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.
mp 6 Seek we no more: content with these,
Let present rapture, comfort, ease,
As heaven shall bid them, come and go;
The secret this of rest below.
mf 7 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.
mf 1 ALL praise to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light;
mp Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thy own almighty wings.
2 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.
m 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this vile body may
mf Rise glorious at the awful day.
m 40 may my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,—
Sleep that may me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.
5 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.
f Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise him, all creatures here below;
f Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
m 1 SUN of 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 servant's eyes.
p 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.
m 3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.
mp 4 If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurned to-day the voice Divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin.
5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Ρ Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
m 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take,
mf Till in the ocean of thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
p 1 GOD of my life, to thee I call;
Afflicted at thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
m 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?
3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
Does not the word still fixed remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain?
p 4 That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst thou not hear and answer prayer;
But a prayer hearing, answering God
Supports me under every load.
m 5 Fair is the lot that 's cast for me!
I have an Advocate with thee;
They whom the world caresses most
Have no such privilege to boast.
? 6 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; mf And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
m 1 I ASKED the Lord that I might grow
In faith and love and every grace,
Might more of his salvation know,
And seek more earnestly his face.
2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray; And he, I trust, has answered prayer; But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me to despair.
m 3 I hoped that, in some favoured hour,
At once he'd answer my request,
And by his love's constraining power
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
mp 4 Instead of this, he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart,
And let the angry powers of hell
Assault my soul in every part.
5 Yea, more, with his own hand he seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe,
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.
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