Why should I shrink at pain and wo I've Canaan's goodly land in view, 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there 6 Jerusalem! my happy home! MORNING. 304 Morning Praise. C. M. BEHOLD once more the morning sun, How shining bright and gay! Cheerful I'll leave my peaceful bed, And read, and sing, and pray. 2 Through Jesus' kind indulgent care, And 'tis his soft, bright beams of love 3 No sad alarm my slumbers broke, No sickness seized my tender frame, 4 Lord! condescend to teach a child 305 1 Morning Hymn. C. M THROUGH all the dangers of the night. Again we hail the cheerful light, 2 Preserve us, Lord! throughout the day, For they are safe, and only they, That so the light of truth and grace 4 Let us ne'er turn away from thee; Till, with immortal eyes, we see 306 Morning Hymn. C. M. THE morning breaks; my voice I raise Accept my prayer, my feeble praise, 2 Forgive the crimes that I have done; And since another day's begun, 3 Preserve me from all ill, I pray, 4 Keep me from sinful thoughts, O Lord, 5 Then shall I be prepared below Where pleasures like a river flow, 307 10 Thanks for the Light. L. M. GOD! I thank thee that the night In peace and rest has passed away And that I see my Father's smile, In this fair light that makes it day. 2 Be thou my guide, and let me live As under thy all-seeing eye; Supply my wants, my sins forgive, And make me happy when I die. 308 Going to Sabbath-school. THE 1 L.M. HE hour is come, I will not stay, 3 I should be there with humble mind, Morning Mercies. 309 HIS IS mercies, in Jesus renewed, Each morning I wake to adore, A fountain of infinite good, A sea without bottom or shore: My Lord, inexpressibly kind! O when shall I thank him above, To Jesus eternally joined, Absorbed in the depths of his love. 8's. L.M. AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run: Shake off dull sloth, and early rise, 2 Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept, 3 Lord, I my vows to thee renew, 4 Direct, control, suggest, this day, That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. 311 AV WAKE! my heart, awake! Who condescends such care to take, 2 While some have passed the night 3 This day will many die! EVENING. 312 1 An Evening Hymn. C. M. INDULGENT Father, by whose care Let me this night thy mercy share, 2 Show me my sins, and how to mourn And save me by thy grace. 3 Speak to my conscience, speak my peace Through his atoning blood: And grant me, Lord, a full release |