Bright shining from His throne above Upon our sinful way.
2 Prais'd be His name on high! When helper there was none, For us, He did himself deny, And gave His dearest Son.
3 What have I brought Thee home To pay my mighty debt? Ah, me! afar from Thee I roam, And all Thy love forget!
4 Yet still, with every day, Thou goest on to bless, To put amendment in our way, And mercy, grace, and peace. 5 This day, O God, my life,
Heaven's gate has open stood, And blessings plentiful and rife, Thy hand to me hath show'd. 6 My God, Thou art all love :
Teach me Thy love to know! To do Thy will makes heav'n above: Teach me Thy will to do!
IV. MORNING AND EVENING.
1 A Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.
WAKE, my soul, and with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run;
2 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart; And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to their eternal King. 3 Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd me while I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake.
4 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.
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.
MY God was with me all the night,
And gave me sweet repose;
My God did watch, even whilst I slept,
Or I had never rose.
2 Sweet rest hath gained that strength to me, Which labour did devour: My body was in weakness sown, But it is raised in power.
3 Lord, for the mercies of the night, My humble thanks I pay;
And unto Thee I dedicate The first fruits of the day.
4 Let this day praise Thee, O my God, And so let all my days: And, O, let mine eternal day, Be thine eternal praise.
NEW every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. 2 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. 3 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.
4 We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, Our neighbour and our work farewell; Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky. 5 The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves; a road To bring us daily nearer God. 6 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.
Depart not Thou, great God, away; Let not my sins, black as the night, Eclipse the lustre of Thy light: Keep my horizon, for to me
The sun makes not my day, but Thee! 2 While I do rest, my soul advance, And make my sleep a holy trance; That so I may, when rest is wrought, Awake into some holy thought, And with as active vigour run My course, as doth the nimble sun. 3 Sleep is a death; O make me try, By sleeping what it is to die; And then as gently lay my head Upon my grave as now my bed. Howe'er I rest, great God, let me Awake again at last with Thee!
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 servants' eyes. 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep Our wearied eyelids gently steep, Be our last thought-how sweet to rest For ever on our Saviour's breast.
3 Abide with me from morn to eve, For without Thee I cannot live. Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
4 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.
1 GLORY to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light: Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Under Thine own almighty wings. 2 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.
3 O may my soul on Thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep that may me more vigorous make, To serve my God when I awake.
4 Teach me to live that I may The grave as little as my bed: Teach me to die, that so I may With joy behold the judgment day.
5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him all creatures here below :
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