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HYMNS FOR THE DAY.

Morning.

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L. M.

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FIRST PART.

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

Redeem thy mis-spent moments past,
And live this day as if the last;
Thy talents to improve take care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noonday clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways.

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!

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SECOND PART

ALL praise to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me while I slept,

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, may of endless life partake.

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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 heav'nly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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NCE more we hail the day-spring bright,
Once more then let us pray,
That He who is the Light of light

May guide us through the day;

May guard from word or deed of wrong,
And thoughts that idly rove;
That simple truth may rule our tongue,
Our hearts be fill'd with love.

While swift the hours successive flow,
O Christ, securely fence
Our gates, beleaguer'd by the foe,-
The gate of every sense.

Subservient to Thine honour, Lord,
Our daily labours be,-

Begun, continued at Thy word,
And ended all in Thee.

And lest the flesh, with license rude,
Should lord it o'er the soul,
May temp'rate fare and cup subdued
The pride of flesh control.

All praise to God the Father, Son,
And Holy Spirit be,

As was, and is, and shall be done,

Through all eternity.

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CHRIST, our only Hope, to Thee
Our morning hymn we raise,

With humble pray'r that Thou wilt deign
On us to pour Thy grace.

Dark is the soul, and needs Thy light

To make her pure and clean;

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That light which gladdens heav'n shew forth,
And smile with face serene.

So may our minds the radiant beams
Of Thy enlight'ning know;

So may our hearts, by Thee enflam'd,
With holy transport glow.

So may our tongues, inspir'd by Thee,
Sing the Blest Three in One,-
The Father and the Holy Ghost,
With Thee, begotten Son.

NOW

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OW that the Day-star mounts the sky,
To God we pour our suppliant cry,

That He in all we do or say,

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From harm may keep us through the day ;—

May set a watch upon our tongue,

To guard from strife or word of wrong,
And with kind hand may shield our eyes,
Lest they behold earth's vanities.

Pure be our hearts within; far hence
Be banish'd selfish indolence;

By rules of temperance, let pride
And carnal lusts be mortified.

That when the day is past and gone,
And ght again in turn comes on,
We with a conscience clear may raise
To Him our evening song of praise.

To God the Father laud be done,
And to the sole-begotten Son,
And to the Holy Ghost always,

Now, and through Heav'n's eternal days.

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