F. Barthélémon, 1741–1808

2 Thy precious time misspent, redeem;
Each present day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care,

For the great day thyself prepare.
3 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long, unwearied, sing,

High praise to the eternal King.
4 Ail 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 light partake.
5 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.
6 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.

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,
From all ill sights would turn our eyes
Would close our ears from vanities;
3 Would keep our inmost conscience pure,
Our souls from folly would secure,
Would bid us check the pride of sense

With due and holy abstinence;
4 So we, when this new day is gone

And night in turn is drawing on,
With conscience by the world unstained,
Shall praise His name for victory gained.

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;
Till Thy mercy's beams I see;

Scatter all my unbelief:
Till Thou inward light impart,

More and more Thyself display,
Glad my eyes and warm my heart. Shining to the perfect day.

C. Wesley, 1740

Who the day and night hast giv - en, Sun and moon and star-ry host,