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may the morn so pure, so clear,
Sirnplicity of word and will:
May we the busy senses rein;
4 Grant us the grace, for love of thee,
To scorn all vanities below;
A Sabbath Morning. 1 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;
2 Should it be with clouds o'ercast,
Clouds of sorrow, gathering fast,
Shine within me, Lord, O shine! 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!
85. ST. AMBROSE.
Implore we, bending low,
May guide us as we go.
Nor thoughts that idly rove,
And in our hearts be love.
3 And while the hours in order flow,
Securely fence, O Lord!
Our rites this day may tend;
And in thy favor end.
Thy daily stage of duty run;
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Each present day thy last esteem;
For the great day thyself prepare. 3 In conversation be sincere;
Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear;
And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins like morning dew;
And with thyself my spirit fill.
All I design, or do, or say ;
Hearts that with rising morn arise ;
Which evermore makes all things new. 2 New every morning is Thy love! Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. 3 New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray ;
4 If, on our daily course, our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
5 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,
As more of heaven in each we see;
C. M. 88.
MONTGOMERY. Acknowledging God's Hand. - Morning. 1 Wuat secret hand, at morning light,
Softly unseals mine eye,
And opens earth and sky ?
2 'Tis thine, my God, — the same that kept
My resting hours from harm; No ill came nigh me, for I slept
Beneath the Almighty's arm. 3 'Tis thine, my daily bread that brings,
Like manna scattered round, And clothes me, as the lily springs
In beauty from the ground. 4 In death's dark valley though I stray,
’T would there my steps attend, Guide with the staff my lonely way,
And with the rod defend.
5 May that sure hand uphold me still
Through life's uncertain race, To bring
me to thy holy hill, And to thy dwelling-place.
89. GENT. MAG.
Daily Protection. Psalm 5.
My waking thoughts attend;
In thee my wishes end.
Thy boundless love surveys ;
A sacrifice of praise. 3 God leads me through the maze of sleep,
And brings me safe to light; And with the same paternal care
Conducts my steps till night.