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I. PART II
Thomas Ken (1637-1711)
LORY to thee, who safe hast kept And hast refreshed me whilst I slept ; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake
may of endless light partake.
Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er thou art;
For to my soul 'tis hell to be
But for one moment void of thee.
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
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,
William Bright (1824-1901)
T thy feet, O Christ, we lay Thine own gift of this new day; Doubt of what it holds in store Makes us crave thine aid the more; Lest it prove a time of loss, Mark it, Saviour, with thy cross.
If it flow on calm and bright,
We in part our weakness know,
Fain would we thy word embrace,
Hear us, Lord, and that right soon;