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C. M. 78.
CHANDLER, FR. BREVIARY.
Sabbath Morning. i Now Morning lifts her dewy veil,
With new-born blessings crowned ; O haste we, then, her light to hail,
In courts of holy ground!
Shines more divinely bright;
And walk we in his light!
3 Still, as the morning rays return,
To fancy it is given
The radiant domes of heaven.
4. But now that our Eternal Sun
Hath shed his beams abroad, In him we see the Holy One,
And mount at once to God.
My voice ascending high ;
To thee lift up mine eye.
2 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
3 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
And worship in thy fear.
In ways of righteousness! Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.
Shall see their hopes fulfilled ;
With favor as a shield.
7s. M. 80.
EPISCOPAL COL, Morning Hymn. 1 Now the shades of night are gone;
Now the morning light is come;
Drive the shades of sin away.
Banish doubt, and clear our sight;
May we stand, and watch, and pray. 3 Keep our haughty passions bound;
Save us from our foes around;
Keep us safe from every sin.
O receive us then at last;
L. M. 81.
HAWKESWORTH. Morning Gratitude. i In sleep's serene oblivion laid,
I safely passed the silent night;
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour,
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be;
And springs, my guardian God! to thee.
4. A deeper shade will soon impend,
A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress;
Thy goodness still delight to bless.
That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes,
A Morning Prayer.
Now doth the sun ascend the sky,
2 O may the morn so pure, so clear,
Its own sweet calm in us instil;
Simplicity of word and will :
May we the busy senses rein;
4 Grant us the grace, for love of thee,
To scorn all vanities below;
ANONYMOUS. A Sabbath Morning. i How sweet, how calm, this Sabbath morn!
How pure the air that breathes, And soft the sounds upon it borne,
And light its vapor wreaths ! 2 It seems as if the Christian's prayer,
For peace and joy and love, Were answered by the very air
That wafts its strain above.
3. Let each unholy passion cease,
Each evil thought be crushed,
In Faith and Love be hushed.
For God's blessing on the day;
Light or darkness, know I not.
Clouds of sorrow, gathering fast,
3 Show me, if I tempted be,
How to find all strength in Thee,
4 Keep my feet from secret snares,
Keep mine eyes, O God, from tears!
C. M. 85.
St. AMBROSE. Morning Hymn. 1 Now that the sun is beaming bright,
Implore we, bending low,
May guide us as we go.
Nor thoughts that idly rove,
And in our hearts be love.