of my days, To thee my heart I owe, Το thee my earliest

O Lord, protect me till the last
Long hour of rest is nigh,

And then, when death's dark sleep is past,
Receive my soul on high!

smiles afford,

This sacred day, thy

holy word.

1 Our Father, here again we raise
To thee our morning hymn of praise,
For all the joys thy smiles afford,
This sacred day-thy holy word.

2 We thank thee, Father, that to thee
Again we bend the lowly knee ;
That here in peace and prayer we stand,
Upheld by an almighty hand.

3 Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
Keep us from sin and error free;
Thy sabbaths may we so improve,
As best to win our Father's love.

4 So shall we then, when life shall end,
A nobler, holier sabbath spend ;
Where thy good children all shall be
Join'd in one family with thee.

AWAKE MY SOUL AND WITH THE SUN. Haydn

Allegro.

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Awake, my soul ! and with the sun Thy daily

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stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth and joyful rise, To