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For those who sing with saints below
Glad songs of heavenly love,

Shall sing, when songs on earth have ceased,
With saints above.

Accept, O God, my hymn of praise
That Thou this day hast given,
Sweet foretaste of that endless day
Of rest in heaven.

THOU givest thy rest, O Lord; the din is stilled
Of man's unquiet care;

A sacred calm, with thy deep presence filled,
Breathes through the silent air.

O leave us not, through long and darkened hours,
In night of woe and sin,

But pour thy day with all its radiant powers
Upon the world within.

Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul,

Of wrath and pride and care;

Send thine own holy calm upon the soul,

And bid it settle there.

Banish this craving self, that still has sought
Lord of the soul to be;

Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought;
Teach us to turn to Thee.

Teach us to love thy creatures great and small
To live as in thine eye,

Thou who hast freely given thy love to all,
Thou who to all art nigh.

Anon.

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Sunday Morning.

THIS is the day of light:

Let there be light to-day;

O Day-spring, rise upon our night,
And chase its gloom away.

This is the day of rest :

Our failing strength renew;
On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed Thou thy freshening dew.

This is the day of peace:

Thy peace our spirits fill;
Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still.

This is the day of prayer:

Let earth to heaven draw near;
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there,
Come down to meet us here.

This is the first of days:

Send forth thy quickening breath,

And wake dead souls to love and praise,
O Vanquisher of death.

S.M.

J. Ellerton.

Sunday Morning.

LORD, in this sacred hour

Within thy courts we bend,

And bless thy love, and own thy power,

Our Father and our Friend.

But Thou art not alone

In courts by mortals trod,

Nor only is the day thine own

When man draws near to God.

S.M.

Thy temple is the arch
Of yon unmeasured sky;

Thy sabbath, the stupendous march
Of grand eternity.

Lord, may that holier day
Dawn on thy servants' sight,

And purer worship may we pay
In heaven's unclouded light.

S. G. Bulfinch.

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Morning.

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For the dear love that kept us through the night,
And gave our senses to sleep's gentle sway;
For the new miracle of dawning light
Flushing the east with prophecies of day,
We thank Thee, O our God.

For the fresh life that through our being flows
With its full tide to strengthen and to bless;
For calm sweet thoughts, upspringing from repose,
To bear to Thee their song of thankfulness,
We praise Thee, O our God.

Day uttereth speech to-day, and night to night
Tells of thy power and glory. So would we,
Thy children, duly, with the morning light,
Or at still eve, upon the bended knee
Adore Thee, O our God.

Thou know'st our needs, thy fulness will supply;
Our blindness ;-let thy hand still lead us on,
Till, visited by the dayspring from on high,
Our prayer, one only, 'Let thy will be done,'
We breathe to Thee, O God.
W. H. Burleigh.

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Morning.

LORD God of morning and of night,
We thank Thee for thy gift of light:
As in the dawn the shadows fly,

We seem to find Thee now more nigh.

Fresh hopes have wakened in the heart,
Fresh force to do our daily part;
Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore,
A thousand-fold to serve Thee more.

Yet whilst thy will we would pursue,
Oft what we would we cannot do ;
The sun may stand in zenith skies,
But on the soul thick midnight lies.

L.M.

O Lord of lights, 'tis Thou alone
Canst make our darkened hearts thine own:
Though this new day with joy we see,
Great Dawn of God, we cry for Thee.

Praise God, our Maker and our Friend;
Praise Him through time, till time shall end;
Till psalm and song his name adore
Through heaven's great day of Evermore.

Morning.

O TIMELY happy, timely wise,

F. T. Palgrave.

Hearts that with rising morn arise,

Eyes that the beam celestial view

Which evermore makes all things new.

New every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove;

L.M.

Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.

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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.

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.

Old friends, old scenes will lovelier be,
As more of heaven in each we see;
Some softening gleam of love and prayer
Shall dawn on every cross and care.

The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we need to ask;
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.

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.

Morning.

I WAKE this morn, and all my life
Is freshly mine to give;

The future, with sweet promise rife,
Has crowns of joy to give.

J. Keble.

C.M.

New words to speak, new thoughts to hear,

New love to give and take;

Perchance new burdens I may bear

To-day, for love's sweet sake.