28 MY Y HEART its incense burning, I'll offer thanks and praise, Now with return of morning, And through all future days; I'll praise Thee on Thy throne, Great Source of ev'ry blessing, My song to Thee addressing Through Christ, Thy only Son. 2 Thy mercy claims my praises! My many sins forgiven, 3 In mercy still direct me Throughout the coming day: From want and every weakness, 4 Let angels keep their stations, Nor cease their guard of me, Awaiting all temptations Which draw my soul from Thee! Thy shield hold Thou above! Anon. H. Mills, Tr. 29 REAT God in heav'n, who by my bed 2 I thank Thee, Lord and Father mild, And pray Thee still to help Thy child, Anon. 30 HOW lovely now the morning star And God its Maker praiseth. Both far, and near, All things living Thanks are giving, 2 Then haste, my soul, thy song to raise, For glory, Lord, to Thee belongs, Joy rings, Glad strings Voices sounding, Hearts rebounding, Sings Thy praise, O great Creator. 3 Pour down Thy grace in cheering streams, Send light And might That each measure, Scheme and pleasure, Heavenward tending, Still in Thee may find its ending. 4 Keep grief, if this may be, away; Bear cross And loss, Till that morrow, Chase all sorrow, Where Thy name is ever praised. 5 Meanwhile, my heart, both sing and leap, 'Mid cross and loss good courage keep, To heaven's bright gate you hasten; God ever thus His own hath tried, Calm, though grieving, Firm believing Is the road to sure salvation. WHEN morning gilds the skies, My heart, awaking, cries: May Jesus Christ be praised! 2 Whene'er the sweet church-bell Peals over hill and dell, May Jesus Christ be praiséd! Oh, hark to what it sings, May Jesus Christ be praiséd! 3 When you begin the day, May Jesus Christ be praised! ? To sing with heart and voice, 4 Be this at meals your grace, May Jesus Christ be praised! 5 To God, the Lord, on high May Jesus Christ be praised! 6 Let earth's wide circle round In joyful notes resound: May Jesus Christ be praised! Let air, and sea, and sky Through depth and height reply: May Jesus Christ be praised! 33 FROM east the sun, in splendor dressed, O'er mighty seas and mountain-crest, 2 He rises on that fairest shore Brings light and life, and, as of yore, |