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May I, like you, in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight,
Perform, like you, my Maker's will,
O may I never more do ill!

Had I your wings, to heaven I'd fly;
But God shall that defect supply ;
And my soul, winged with warm desire,
Shall all day long to heaven aspire.

Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept;
Grant, Lord! when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake.

Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art;
O never then from me depart;
For to my soul 'tis hell to be

But for one moment void of Thee.

Lord! I my vows to Thee renew,
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers with all their might
1n Thy sole glory may unite.

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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NEW every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.
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.
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.

The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we need to ask,
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.
Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us this, and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.

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CHRIST, Whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only Light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, draw near!
Day-star, in our hearts appear!


Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Lord, if it be reft of Thee:
Joyless is the day's return,

Till Thy mercy's beams we see ;
Till they pour their gladdening light
Through the darkness of our night.

Visit then these souls of Thine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill us, Lord, with light divine;
Scatter all our unbelief:
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.


L. M.

AND now the sun's all-piercing ray
Shines brightly in the full mid-day;
His golden beams on every side
Are glittering in their hour of pride.

O Thou, who o'er a guilty world
Thy beams of mercy hast unfurled,
Teach our cold hearts Thy grace to know,
Our love with noontide warmth to glow.

In this dark world while yet we stay,
And through the bliss of endless day,
Thy servants with Thy presence bless,
Jesu, Thou "Son of Righteousness."



L. M.

GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings!
Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the awful Day.

O may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
Sleep that shall me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.

When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest!

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;

Praise Him above, angelic host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near:
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick: enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of Thy love

We lose ourselves in Heaven above.

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