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HYMNS.

MORNING HYMNS.

HYMN 1.

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run ;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
Glory to Christ, th' eternal King.
Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me while I slept :
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
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.

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Direct, controul, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say ;
That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

HYMN 2.

LORD of my life, O may Thy praise

Employ my noblest powers,
Whose goodness lengthens out my days,

And fills the circling hours.
Preserv'd by Thy Almighty arm,

I passed the shades of night,
Serene, and safe from every harm,

And see returning light.
While many spent the night in sighs,

And restless pains and woes ;
In gentle sleep I closed my eyes,

And undisturb'd repose.
When sleep, death's semblance, o'er me spread,

And I unconscious lay,
Thy watchful care was round my bed,

To guard my feeble clay.
O let the same Almighty care

My waking hours attend ;
From every danger, every snare,

My heedless steps defend.
Smile on my minutes as they roll,

And guide my future days ;
And let Thy goodness fill my soul

With gratitude and praise.

HYMN 3.

MY GOD, how endless is Thy love !

Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above,

Gently distil like early dew.

Thou spread’st the curtains of the night,

Great guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sov'reign word restores the light,

And quickens all my drowsy powers. I yield my pow'rs to Thy command ;

To Thee I consecrate my days : Perpetual blessings from Thy hand,

Demand perpetual songs of praise.

EVENING HYMNS.

HYMN 4.

GLORY to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, o keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own Almighty wings.

Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ills 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 Rise glorious at the judgment day. Oh, let

my

soul on Thee repose,
And

may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ;
Sleep, that shall me more vig'rous make
To serve my God, when I awake.
If in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply ;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

HYMN 5.

IS there a time when moments flow,

More lovelily than all beside ? It is of all the times below,

A Sabbath eve in summer tide.

And then the peace that Jesus beams,

The life of grace, the death of sin, With nature's placid woods and streams,

Is peace without, and peace within. Delightful scene ! a world at rest,

A God, all love, no grief, no fear ; A heav'nly hope, a peaceful breast,

A smile unsullied by a tear. If heav'n be ever felt below,

A scene so heav'nly sure as this, May cause a heart on earth to know

Some foretaste of celestial bliss.

Delightful hour ! how soon will night

Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign ; And morrow's quick returning light,

Must call us to the world again. Yet will there dawn at last a day ;

A sun that never sets, shall rise : Night will not veil her ceaseless ray,

The heav'nly Sabbath never dies.

HYMN 6. INSPIRER, and hearer of

prayer, Supporter and Guardian of Thine ! My all to Thy covenant care

I, sleeping, and waking, resign: If Thou art my Shield and my Sun,

The night is no darkness to me; And fast as my moments roll on,

They bring me but nearer to Thee. Thy ministring spirits descend,

To watch while Thy saints are asleep ; By day and by night they attend,

The heirs of salvation to keep ; Bright seraphs, dispatch'd from the throne,

Repair to the stations assign’d, And angels elect are sent down,

To guard the elect of mankind. Thy worship no interval knows,

Their fervour is still on the wing ; And while they protect my repose,

They chant to the praise of my King :

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