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may the morn so pure, so clear,
Its own sweet calm in us instil;
A guileless mind, a heart sincere,

Sirnplicity 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. ANONYMOUS.

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,
Each anxious care that mars thy peace

In Faith and Love be hushed.

78. 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.
i 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.

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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 Wuat secret hand, at morning light,

Softly unseals mine eye,
Draws back the curtain of the night,

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.

C. M.

89. GENT. MAG.

Daily Protection. Psalm 5.
i 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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