6 While with my heart and tongue I spread thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song, My Saviour and my God!
Prayer for Protection.
1 IN sleep's serene oblivion laid, I safely passed the silent night: Again I see the breaking shade,
I drink again the morning light.
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour; Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; My conscious soul resumes her power, And springs, my guardian God, to thee. 3 0 guide me through the various maze
My doubtful feet are doomed to tread; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze Where dangers press around my head!
4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress; Yet then thy strength shall still defend, Thy goodness still delight to bless.
5 That deeper shade shall break away, That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes:
Thy light shall give eternal day; Thy love, the rapture of the skies.
Morning. . . . Prayer for Guidance.
1 God of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice.
To run his journey through the skies;
2 O, like the sun may I fulfil
The appointed duties of the day; With ready mind and active will
March on, and keep my heavenly way.
3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes; Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure; Thy Gospel makes the simple wise.
4 Give me thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold, compared with this.
1 Now the shades of night are gone; Now the morning light is come; Lord, may we be thine to-day, Drive the shades of sin away!
2 Fill our souls with heavenly light, Banish doubt, and clear our sight; In thy service, Lord, to-day,
May we stand, and watch and pray.
3 Keep our haughty passions bound; Save us from our foes around; Going out and coming in, Keep us safe from every sin.
4 When our work of life is past, O receive us then at last; Night and sin will be no more, When we reach the heavenly shore.
Morning. . . . God's Care.
1 WHAT 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 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, "Twould 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.
Morning or Evening.
1 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, thy 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.
Morning or Evening. . . . All from God.
1 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,
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.
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