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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.

C. M.

83.

A Sabbath Morning.

ANONYMOUS.

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.

7s. M.

84.

FURNESS

Morning Hymn.

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!

C. M.

85.

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.

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.

L. M.

86.

BISHOP KENN.

Morning.

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.

L. M.

87.

KEBLE.

Morning Hymn.

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.

C. M.

88.

MONTGOMERY.

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.

C. M.

89.

GENT. MAG.

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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