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F. Barthélémon, 1741–1808
2 Thy precious time misspent, redeem;
For the great day thyself prepare.
And with the angels bear thy part,
High praise to the eternal King.
And hast refreshed me while I slept.
I may of endless light partake.
Disperse my sins, as morning dew;
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
All I design, or do, or say;
T. Ken, 1695
Now the shades of night are gone, Now the morn-ing light is come;
Lord, may I be Thine to - day, Drive the shades of sina - way.
Now that the day-light fills the sky, We lift our hearts to God on high,
That He, in all we
do or say, Would keep us free from harm to-day;
2 Would guard our hearts and tongues from strife,
From anger's din would hide our life,
With due and holy abstinence;
And night in turn is drawing on,
Anon., (Latin) 5th Century
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, 3 Visit, then, this soul of mine; Unaccompanied by Thee;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Joyless is the day's return,
Fill me, radiancy divine;
Scatter all my unbelief:
More and more Thyself display,
C. Wesley, 1740