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.
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, 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.
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.
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.
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.
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;
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 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.
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.
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.
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,
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 refresh my feeble frame; Safe in thy care may I repose,
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 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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