No sad alarm my slumbers broke, No sickness seized my tender frame, Preserve me from all ill, I pray, Lord, condescend to aid a child A CHILD'S MORNING HYMN. THE morning bright, With rosy light, Has waked me from my sleep; Father, I own, Thy love alone Thy little one doth keep. All through the day, I humbly pray, Be Thou my guard and guide; My sins forgive, And let me live Blest Jesus, near Thy side. Oh! make Thy rest Then shall I be Prepared to see Thy face. MORNING. WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies, On me with beams of mercy shine ; And turn my darkness into day. When to heaven's great and glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring, And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, Ask mercy, Saviour, in Thy name, As every day Thy mercy spares When pain transfixes every part, Should poverty's destructive blow- Should Providence profusely pour When each day's scenes and labors close, A CHILD'S EVENING HYMN. BEFORE I close my eyes in sleep, Lord, hear my evening prayer; And deign a helpless child to keep With Thy protecting care. Though young in years, I have been taught Thy name to love and fear: Of Thee to think with solemn thought, Thy goodness to revere. That goodness gives each simple flower Its scent and beauty too, And feeds it in night's darkest hour Nor will Thy mercy less delight The infant's God to be, Who through the darkness of the night The little birds that sing all day In many a leafy wood, By Thee are clothed in plumage gay, And when at night they cease to sing, Their young ones sleep beneath their wing, Secure from every ill. Thus may'st Thou guard with gracious arm The couch whereon I lie, And keep a child from every harm By Thy all-watchful eye. For night and day to Thee are one, Thou hear'st an infant's prayer. |