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.
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, Each anxious care that mars thy peace In Faith and Love be hushed.
1 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!
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.
3 And while the hours in order flow, Securely fence, O Lord!
Our hearts, beleaguered by the foe That tempts our every road.
4 And grant that to thine honor, Lord, Our rites this day may tend; That we begin them at thy word, And in thy favor end.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Thy precious time misspent redeem ; Each present day thy last esteem; Improve thy talent with due care; For the great day thyself prepare.
3 In conversation be sincere ;
Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear; Think how the all-seeing God, thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew ; Scatter my sins like morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill.
5 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.
1 O TIMELY happy, timely wise, Hearts that with rising morn arise; Eyes that the beam celestial view, 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; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
4 If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice.
5 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see; Some softening gleams of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care.
Acknowledging God's Hand.-Morning.
1 WHAT secret hand, at morning light,
Softly unseals mine eye,
Draws back the curtain of the night, And opens earth and sky?
2 'T is 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 'T is 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.
Daily Protection. Psalm 5.
1 ON thee, each morning, O my God! My waking thoughts attend; In thee are founded all my hopes, In thee my wishes end.
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost, Thy boundless love surveys; And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares 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.
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