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4 When evening slumbers press my eyes,
With his protection blessed,
My wearied limbs to rest.
Fears no approaching ill ;
Thou, Lord, art with me still.
Thy daily stage of duty run;
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Each present day thy last esteem;
For the great day thyself prepare. 3 In conversation be sincere;
Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear;
And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins like morning dew;
And with thyself my spirit fill.
All I design, or do, or say,
HAWKESWORTH. Morning Hymn. 1 IN sleep's serene oblivion laid,
I safely passed the silent night; Again I see the breaking shade,
I drink again the morning light. 2 New-born, I bless the waking hour ;
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be ; My conscious soul resumes her power,
And springs, my guardian God, to thee. 3 O, guide me through the various maze
My doubtful feet are doomed to tread, And spread thy shield's protecting blaze
Where dangers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress;
Thy goodness still delight to bless. 5 That deeper shade shall break away ;
That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes ; Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the rapture of the skies.
Hearts that with rising morn arise,
2 New every morning is the love
Our waking and uprising prove;
Restored to life, and power, and thought. 3 New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray ;
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 4 If, on our daily course, our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
God will provide for sacrifice.
What lights would all around us rise!
Along life's dullest, dreariest walk!
Would furnish all we ought to ask
WATTS. A Morning Hymn. 1 GOD of the morning, at whose voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies. 2 From the fair chambers of the east,
The circuit of his race begins, And, without weariness or rest,
Round the whole earth he flies and shines.
3 O, like the sun may I fulfil
The appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will
March on and keep my heavenly way. 4 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes, Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure,
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.
An Evening Psalm. Ps. 4.
1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ;
I am forever thine ;
Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,
With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice ;
And when my work is done,
Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace,
I'll give my eyes to sleep;
DODDRIDGE. Before Sleep. 1 INTERVAL of grateful shade,
Welcome to my weary head;
Tired with glaring vanities. 2 My great Master still allows
Needful periods of repose;
Thus I give my powers to rest.
Night and day his love the same;
Every anxious care forgot.
Crown'st my days with various good;
These defenceless hours shall keep. 5 Blest vicissitude to me!
Day and night I'm still with thee;
DODDRIDGE. In the Night Watches. 1 WHAT though downy slumbers flee,
Strangers to my couch and me?