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 Kenx.

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.
i Wuat 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.
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.

4 When evening slumbers press my eyes,

With his protection blest, In peace and safety I commit

My weary limbs to rest. 5 My spirit, in his hand secure,

Fears no approaching ill ; For, whether waking or asleep,

Thou, Lord, art with me still.

7s. M. 90.

BOWRING.
All from God. - Morning or Evening.
i FATHER! thy paternal care

Has my guardian been, my guide!
Every hallowed wish and prayer
Has thy hand of love supplied ;
Thine is every thought of bliss,
Left by hours and days gone by ;
Every hope thy offspring is,

Beaming from futurity.
2 Every sun of splendid ray;

Every moon that shines serene;
Every morn that welcomes day;
Every evening's twilight scene;
Every hour which wisdom brings;
Every incense at thy shrine;
These - and all life's holiest things,
And its fairest -- all are thine.

3 And for all, my hymns shall rise

Daily to thy gracious throne:
Thither let my asking eyes
Turn unwearied, righteous One!

Through life's strange vicissitude,
There reposing all my care,
Trusting still, through ill and good,
Fixed and cheered and counselled there.

L. M.

91. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

Morning or Evening.
i As every day thy mercy spares

Will bring its trials or its cares,
O Father, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend;
Teach me thy statutes all divine,

And let thy will be always mine.
2 When each day's scenes and labors close,

And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Father, while I rest :
And as each morning sun shall rise,

O lead me onward to the skies!
3 And at my life's last setting sun,

My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Father, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face, and sing thy praise.

C. M.
92.

Watts.
An Evening Iymn.
1 Dreap Sovereign ! let my evening song

Like holy incense rise;
Permit the offerings of my tongue

To reach thee in the skies.