Hymns, old and new

Nor hope from sorrow to be free,
Save as I know repose in Thee.
To Thee, on each returning night,
My soul shall wing her peaceful flight;
And this my morning joy shall be,
That, waking, I am still with Thee:
With Thee, the Source of Life and Light,
And joys unnumbered, infinite,

Through this fair world, and all on high,
That light and deck the midnight sky.
When days and nights have passed away,
And breaks the one eternal day,

O grant me, Lord, to wake, and be
Still and for evermore with Thee.

+ Daily Mercies.

NEW every morning is the love

L.M.

Our waking and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.
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.

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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.

Grateful Praise.

WITH grateful hearts let all the earth
To heaven glad anthems raise:

That God to whom they owe their birth
Let all delight to praise.

Each day His countless gifts we share;
Each day should songs renew:
The bounteous Lord who heareth prayer,
Should hear our praises too.

O ye who hope to take your parts
Where hymns celestial flow,
Far as ye may, prepare your hearts,
And some sweet notes, below.

Rejoice in God! nor less rejoice
To swell the thankful strain;

And still with praise lift up your voice
Again and yet again!

Waking in Heaven.

IS sweet on earth to wake at morn

'TIS

C.M.

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Refreshed and glad, when faint and worn
We laid us down at even:

How sweet, when last we sink to rest

Pallid and spent, amid the blest,

To wake once more-in heaven!

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