2 Shall every creature around
Their voices in concert unite,
And I, the most favored, be found,
In praising, to take less delight?
3 Awake, then, my harp, and my lute!
Sweet organs, your notes softly swell!
No longer my lips shall be mute,

The Saviour's high praises to tell!
4 His love in my heart shed abroad,
My graces shall bloom as the spring;
This temple, his Spirit's abode,
My joy, as my duty, to sing.

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1 PLEASING spring again is here!
Trees and fields in bloom appear!
Hark! the birds, with artless lays,
--Warble their Creator's praise!
Aff 2 Lord, afford a spring to me!
Let me feel like what I see:
Ah! my winter has been long,
Chilled my hopes, suppressed my song.
3 How the soul in winter mourns,
Till the Lord, the Sun, returns!
Till the Spirit's gentle rain
Bids the heart revive again!
4 O beloved Saviour, haste,

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Tell me all the storms are past:
Speak, and by thy gracious voice
Make my drooping soul rejoice.

1 TO praise the bounteous Lord of all,
Wake all our thankful powers;
He calls, and at his call come forth
The smiling harvest hours.

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2 His covenant with the earth he keeps,
His goodness we will sing;
Summer and winter know their time,
And harvest crowns the spring.

3 Teach us, O gracious God, to sow
The seeds of righteousness;

Shine on our souls-and with thy beams
The ripening harvest bless.

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L. M.

Duke Street. Hingham.

A Morning Hymn.

1 GOD of the morning, at thy voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice

To run his journey through the skies.
2 Oh! like the sun may I fulfil

Th' 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 counsels for my guide,
And then receive me to thy bliss;
All my desires and hopes beside

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Are faint and cold compared with this.

1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes:

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay

To him who rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats;
The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heavens on which he sits
To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame:
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4 How many wretched souls have fled
Since the last setting sun!

And yet thou lengthenest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.

5 Great God, let all my hours be thine,
While I enjoy the light;

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Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a peaceful night.

L. M. Alfreton. Tallis' Ev. Hymn.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth-and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praises to th' eternal King.
3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed 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;

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That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

1 GOD of my life, my morning song
To thee I cheerful raise :
Thy acts of love 'tis good to sing,
And pleasant 'tis to praise.
2 Preserved by thy almighty arm,
I passed the shades of night,
Serene, and safe from every harm,
To see the morning light.

3 While numbers spent the night in sighs,
And restless pains and woes,

In gentle sleep I closed my eyes,
And rose from sweet repose.

4 Oh let the same almighty care
Through all this day attend:
From every danger-every snare,
My heedless steps defend.

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5 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.

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1 THOU that dost my life prolong,
Kindly aid my morning song;

Thankful from my couch I rise,
To the God that rules the skies.

2 Thou didst hear my evening cry;
Thy preserving hand was nigh;
Peaceful slumbers thou hast shed,
Grateful to my weary head.

3 Thou hast kept me through the night;
"Twas thy hand restored the light:
Lord, thy mercies still are new,
Plenteous as the morning dew.

4 Still my feet are prone to stray;
Oh! preserve me through the day:
Dangers every where abound;
Sins and snares beset me round.
5 Gently, with the dawning ray,
On my soul thy beams display;
Sweeter than the smiling morn,
Let thy cheering light return.

An Evening Hymn.

Duke Street. Aifreton.

1 THUS far the Lord has led me on;
Thus far his power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past;

He gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep;

Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 Thus, when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to break my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.

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1 DREAD Sovereign, let my evening song
Like holy incense rise;

Assist the offering of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

2 Through all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard;
And still to drive my wants away,
Thy mercy stood prepared.

3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around,

But oh! how few returns of love
Hath my Redeemer found!

4 What have I done for him who died
To save my guilty soul?
Alas! my sins are multiplied,
Fast as my minutes roll!

5 Yet, with this guilty heart of mine,
Lord, to thy cross I flee,

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And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renewed by thee.

1 GREAT God, to thee my evening song
With humble gratitude I raise;
Oh let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.
2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And every gently rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and power.
3 Thy love and power, celestial guard,
Preserve me from surrounding harm:
Can danger reach me while the Lord
Extends his kind, protecting arm?
4 Let this blest hope my eyelids close;
With sleep refiesh my feeble frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,

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And wake with praises to thy name.

L. M. Tallis' Ev. Hymn. Alfreton.
1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, oh keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own alınighty 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.