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8, 6, 8, 4 M.

AIL, sacred day of earthly rest,

1 HA

From toil and trouble free ;
Hail, day of light, that bringest light
And joy to me.

2 A holy stillness, breathing calm
On all the world around,

Uplifts my soul, O God, to thee,
Where rest is found.

3 No sound of jarring strife is heard,
As weekly labours cease;

No voice, but those that sweetly sing
Sweet songs of peace.

4 I hear the organ loudly peal,
And soaring voices raise

To thee, their great Creator, hymns
Of deathless praise.

5 All earthly things appear to fade,
As, rising high and higher,
The yearning voices strive to join
The heavenly choir.

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

Shall sing when songs on earth have ceased,

With saints above.

Godfrey Thring.

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Let all thy converse be sincere,

Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how all-seeing God thy ways,
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

3 By influence of the Light divine,

Let thine own light in good works shine;
Reflect all Heaven's propitious rays
In ardent love and cheerful praise.

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, control, suggest this day,

All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him, ye heavenly host above!
Praise Him, my soul! for all his love.
Bishop Ken.

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FOR

10, 10, 10, 10, 6 м.

OR 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!

2 For the fresh life that through our being flows With its full tide to strengthen and to blessFor calm sweet thoughts, upspringing from

repose,

To bear to thee their song of thankfulness,
We praise thee, O our God!

3 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

4 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!

Wm. Henry Burleigh.

1 NEW every morning is the love

Our wakening and uprising prove;

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

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.

6 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.

John Keble.

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1

L.M.

P to the throne of God is borne

UP

Our voice of praise this sacred morn,

And he accepts our parting hymn,
Sung as the light of day grows dim.

2 Blest are the moments, doubly blest,
That drawn from this one hour of rest,
Are with a ready heart bestowed
Upon the service of our God!

3 Each field is then a hallowed spot;
An altar is in each man's cot;

A church in every grove that spreads
Its living roof above our heads.

4 High in the heaven the industrious sun
Already half his race hath run;

He cannot halt nor go astray,
But our immortal spirits may.

5 Lord! since his rising in the east,
If we have faltered or transgressed,
Guide, from thy love's abundant source,
What yet remains of this day's course.

6 Help with thy grace, through life's short day,
Our upward and our downward way;

And glorify for us the west,

When we shall sink to final rest.

William Wordsworth.