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Morning Light;

OR,

WAKING THOUGHTS FOR EVERY DAY

IN THE YEAR.

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MORNING LIGHT.

January.

1.

The Circumcision of Christ.

SO teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

So teach me, Lord, to number
The moments as they fly,

Ps. xc. 12.

So teach me, Lord, to Thee to live,
That I to Thee may die;

That all my powers, all my praise
To Thee may first be given,
And all my talents, all my days,
Be consecrate to Heaven!
Make me remember whose I am,
And whom I ought to serve,
How much of mercy I receive,
How little I deserve!

Unite my heart, O Lord, to fear
And reverence Thy Name,
And let my life each passing year
Thy faithfulness proclaim.

2.

HE that keepeth his mouth keepeth his Prov. xiii. 3.

life.

Guard well thy lips, none, none can know
What evil from the tongue may flow;
What guilt, what grief may be incurr'd
By one incautious, hasty word.

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There are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs, None loves them best-O vain and selfish sigh!

Out of the bosom of His love He spares

The Father spares the Son, for thee to die:

For thee He died-for thee He lives again
O'er thee He watches in His boundless reign.

ABIDE with us.

St. Luke xxiv. 29.

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.

6.

The Epiphany.

THE people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.

Isa. ix. 2.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid!

Star of the east, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!

Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining,

Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;

Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,

Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all!

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