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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!
2 But Christ, triumphant o'er the grave,

Shines more divinely bright;
O sing we, then, his power to save,

And walk we in his light!

3 Still, as the morning rays return,

To fancy it is given
In distant vision to discern

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.

Morning Psalm.
i Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high ;
To thee will I direct my prayer,

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;
I will frequent thine holy court,

And worship in thy fear.
4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness! Make every path of duty straight

And plain before my face.
5 The men who love and fear thy name

Shall see their hopes fulfilled ;
The mighty God will compass them

With favor as a shield.

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EPISCOPAL COL, Morning Hymn. 1 Now the shades of night are gone;

Now the morning light is come;
Lord, may we be thine to-day,

Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,

Banish doubt, and clear our sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,

May we stand, and watch, and pray. 3 Keep our haughty passions bound;

Save us from our foes around;
Going out and coming in,

Keep us safe from every sin.
4 When our work of life is past,

O receive us then at last;
Night and sin will be no more,
When we reach the heavenly shore.

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HAWKESWORTH. Morning Gratitude. i In sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I safely passed the silent night;
Again I see the breaking shade,
I drink again the morning light.

2 New-born, I bless the waking hour,

Once more, with awe, rejoice to be;
My conscious soul resumes her power,

And springs, my guardian God! to thee.
3 O guide me through the various maze
My doubtful feet are doomed to tread,
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze
Where dangers press around my head.

4. A deeper shade will soon impend,

A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress;
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,

Thy goodness still delight to bless.
5 That deeper shade shall break away,

That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes,
Thy light shall give eternal day,
Thy love the rapture of the skies.

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82.

LYRA CATI.

A Morning Prayer.

1

Now doth the sun ascend the sky,
And wake creation with its ray;
Kecp us from sin, O Lord, most high,
Through all the actions of the day.

2 O may the morn so pure, so clear,

Its own sweet calm in us instil;
A guileless mind, a heart sincere,

Simplicity of word and will :
3 And ever, as the day glides by,

May we the busy senses rein;
Keep guard upon the hand and eye,
Nor let the body suffer stain.

4 Grant us the grace, for love of thee,

To scorn all vanities below;
Faith, to detect each falsity ;
And knowledge, thee alone to know.

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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,
Each anxious care that mars thy peace

In Faith and Love be hushed.

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84. FURNESS.

Morning Hymn.
i In the morning I will pray

For God's blessing on the day;
What this day shall be my lot,

Light or darkness, know I not.
2 Should it be with clouds o'ercast,

Clouds of sorrow, gathering fast,
Thou, who givest light divine,
Shine within me, Lord, O shine!

3 Show me, if I tempted be,

How to find all strength in Thee,
And a perfect triumph win
Over
every

bosom sin.

4 Keep my feet from secret snares,

Keep mine eyes, O God, from tears!
Every step Thy love attend,
And my soul from death defend!

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St. AMBROSE. Morning Hymn. 1 Now that the sun is beaming bright,

Implore we, bending low,
That He, the uncreated Light,

May guide us as we go.
2 No sinful word, nor deed of wrong,

Nor thoughts that idly rove,
But simple truth be on our tongue,

And in our hearts be love.