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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. 695

Edyfield. 1 PLEASING spring again is here!

Trees and fields in bloom appear!
Hark! the birds, with artless lays,

-Warble their Creator's praise !
Af 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,

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

C. M. 696

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.
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.

Princeton. Weston

C. M.

L, M. Duke Street. Hingham. 697

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

Are faint and cold compared with this. 698

Mear. Ely. 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;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,

And bring a peaceful night. 699

L. M. Alfreton. Tallis' Ev. Hymn. 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily stage of duty run;

C. M.

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 bast kept,

And hast refreshed me while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wand,

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. 700

Walney. Dundee. 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 harın,

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.
5 Smile on my minutes as they roll,

And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul

With gratitude and praise. 701

Edyfield. 1 THOU that dost my life prolong,

Kindly aid my morning song;

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L. M.

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.

Duke Street. Alfreton. 702

An Evening Hymn.
1 THUS far the Lord has led me on;

Thus far bis 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. 703

C. M.
1 DREAD Sovereign, let my evening song

Like holy incense rise ;
Assist the offering

of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

Medfield. Dundec.

L. M.

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,
And to thy grace my soul resign,

To be renewed by thee. 704.

Duke Street. St. Paul's. 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 refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,

And wake with praises to thy name. 705

L. M. Tallis' Ev. Hynın. 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 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.

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