98 Preparation for public worship.
1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high:
To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye:
2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, To plead for all his saints, Presenting, at the Father's throne, Our songs and our complaints.
3 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand.
4 Now to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear.
5 0 may thy spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness; Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my face.
1 HAPPY the home when God is there, And love fills every breast;
When one their wish and one their prayer And one their heavenly rest.
2 Happy the home where Jesus' name Is sweet to every ear;
Where children early lisp his fame, And parents hold him dear.
3 Happy the home where prayer is heard, And praise is wont to rise;
Where parents love the sacred word, And live but for the skies.
4 Lord, let us in our homes agree, This blessed peace to gain; Unite our hearts in love to thee, And love to all will reign.
PETER RITTER, ARR. BY WILLIAM HENRY MONK.
1 SUN of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near: O may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast.
3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
4 If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin.
5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
6 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.
103 Morning mercies, daily discipline. 1 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 The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask,- Room to deny ourselves, a road To bring us daily nearer God.
5 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.
1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light: Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath the shadow of thy wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill which I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the judgment-day.
4 0 let my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close: Sleep, which shall me more vigorous make, To serve my God, when I awake.
5 Lord, let my soul forever share The bliss of thy paternal care:
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face, and sing thy love.
3 All praise 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: Disperse 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 Now doth the sun ascend the sky, And wake creation with its ray; Keep us from sin, O Lord most high, Through all the actions of the day.
2 Curb thou for us the unruly tongue; Teach us the way of peace to prize; And close our eyes against the throng Of earth's absorbing vanities.
3 O may our hearts be pure within; No cherished madness vex the soul: May abstinence the flesh restrain, And its rebellious pride control.
4 So when the evening stars appear, And in their train the darkness bring, May we, O Lord, with conscience clear, Our praise to thy pure glory sing.
AMBROSE OF MILAN, TR. BY E. CASWALL.
1 THUS far the Lord hath 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,
And 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 rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.
4 Life's tumult we must meet again, We cannot at the shrine remain; But in the Spirit's secret cell May hymn and prayer forever dwell.
[L. M. 61. Tune, Yoakley. Page 176.] The soul's Advocate.
1 WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes, O Sun of righteousness divine! On me with beams of mercy shine; O chase the clouds of guilt away, And turn my darkness into day.
2 And when to heaven's all-glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring,
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, Ask mercy in my Saviour's name; Then, Jesus, cleanse me with thy blood, And be my Advocate with God.
3 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest; And, as each morning sun shall rise, O lead me onward to the skies.
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