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I 204 Morning Hymn.

The sun may stand in zenith skies, 2 New-born, I bless the waking hour;

But on the soul thick midnight lies. Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; 4 O Lord of lights, 't is Thou alone My conscious soul resumes her power, Canst make our darkened hearts Thineown; And springs, my guardian God, to Thee.

Though this new day with joy we see, 3 O guide me through the various maze O dawn of God, we cry for Thee. My doubtful feet are doomed to tread;

5 Praise God, our Maker and our Friend; And spread Thy shield's protecting blaze,

Praise Him through time, till time shall end; When dangers press around my head.

Till psalm and song His Name adore 4. A deeper shade will soon impend,

Through Heaven's great day of Evermore. A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress;

Francis Turner Palgrave. (1824–) 1867. Yet then Thy strength shall still defend, 1206 Thy goodness still delight to bless.

A Morning Prayer.

1 O Thou great Ruler of the sky, 5 That deeper shade shall break away,

Who art, and canst not cease to be, That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes;

Whose power and greatness never die, Thy light shall give eternal day,

We raise our morning prayer to Thee. Thy love, the rapture of the skies. John Hawkesworth. (1715–1773.) 1773. 2 In the beginning of the day,

With the bright rising of the sun, I 205 Morning Hymn.

Direct the footsteps of our way,
i LORD God of morning and of night, Nor leave us till the day is done.

We thank Thee for Thy gift of light:
As in the dawn the shadows fly,

3 As hour succeeds to passing hour, We seem to find Thee now more nigh.

And duties every moment fill,

Uphold us by Thy mighty power, 2 Fresh hopes have wakened in the heart,

And guide us by Thy heavenly will. Fresh force to do our daily part; Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore, 4 And thus, when all our days shall close, A thousand-fold to serve Thee more.

And suns for us no more shall shine,

O may our souls in Thee repose, 3 Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue,

And life and joy be one in Thine. Oft what we would we cannot do ;

Rev. Thomas Cogswell Upham. (1799–1872.) 1872

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Come, early Faith, fix in our hearts A Morning Song:

Thy root immovably: 2 Night unto night His Name repeats,

Come, smiling Hope, and, greater still, The day renews the sound;

Come, heaven-born Charity.
Wide as the heaven on which He sits,
To turn the seasons round.

5 To God the Father glory be,

And sole eternal Son; 3 'Tis He supports my mortal frame;

And glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, My tongue shall speak His praise;

While endless ages run. My sins would rouse His wrath to flame;

Ambrosian. 5th century. And yet His wrath delays.

Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswald (1814–) 1849. ab. 4 A thousand wretched souls are fled


Jam lucis orto sidere." Since the last setting sun;

1 Now that the sun is gleaming bright, And yet Thou lengthenest out my thread,

Implore we, bending low, And yet my moments run.

That He, the uncreated Light, 5 Dear God, let all my hours be Thine, May guide us as we go. While I enjoy the light:

2 No sinful word, nor deed of wrong, Then shall my sun in smiles decline,

Nor thoughts that idly rove;
And bring a pleasant night.

But simple truth be on our tongue,
Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. ab.

And in our hearts be love.
"Aeterna cæli gloria."

3 And while the hours in order flow, 1 Jesus, be near us when we wake;

O Christ, securely fence
And, at the break of day,

Our gates, beleaguered by the foe,
With Thy blest touch awake the soul, The gate of every sense.
Her meed of praise to pay.

4 And grant that to Thine honor, Lord, 2 The star that heralds in the morn

Our daily toil may tend; Is fading in the skies;

That we begin it at Thy word, The darkness melts: 0 Thou true Light,

And in Thy favor end. Once more on us arise.

5 Now to our God, the Father, Son,

And Holy Spirit, sing: 3 Steep all our senses in Thy beam;

With praise to God, the Three in One, The world's false night pel;

Let all creation ring. Purge each defilement from the soul,

Paris Breviary: 1736. And in our bosoms dwell.

Tr. by Rev. John Henry Newman. (1801_) 1842. ab. and alt


German Melody


1. IN · SPIR - ER and hear - er of prayer, Thou Shepherd and Guardian of Thine, 1). C. And, fast

as my

mo-ments roll on, They bring me but near - er Thee.


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Angels antching over us.

And, punctual as midnight renews,

Demand the refreshment of sleep? 2 Thy ministering spirits descend,

A sovereign Protector I have,
And watch while Thy saints are asleep;

Unseen, yet forever at hand;
By day and by night they attend,
The heirs of salvation to keep:

Unchangeably faithful to save,

Almighty to rule and command.
Bright seraphs,despatched from the throne,
Fly swift to their stations assigned,

2 From evil secure, and its dread, And angels elect are sent down,

I rest, if my Saviour is nigh ; To guard the redeemed of mankind. And songs His kind presence, indeed,

Shall in the night-season supply: 3 Thy worship no interval knows;

He smiles, and my comforts abound; Their servor is still on the wing;

His grace, as the dew, shall descend; And, while they protect my repose,

And walls of salvation surround They chant to the praise of my King:

The soul lle delights to defend. 1, too, at the season ordained,

Their chorus for ever shall join ; 3 Kind Author, and Ground of my hope, And love and adore, without end,

Thee, Thee for my God I avow;
Their gracious Creator, and mine. My glad Ebenezer set up,
Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. (1740-1778.) 1774. alt.

And own Thou hast helped me till now;

I muse on the years that are past, 1211 Christ near us through the Night.

Wherein my defence Thou hast proved,

Nor wilt Thou relinquish, at last, 1 What, though my frail eye-lids refuse

A sinner so signally loved. Continual watching to keep,

Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. 1774

SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER. L. M. D. William Batuhelder Bradbury. (1816.-1868.) 1859.

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Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care,

And bids me, at my Father's throne, Make all my wants and p. C. And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy re- turn, sweet..

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Mark i. 32.


Could I be cast where Thou art not, “Sweet Hour of 'Prayer."

That were indeed a dreadful lot; 2 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,

But regions none remote I call, Thy wings shall my petition bear

Secure of finding God in all. To Him, whose truth and faithfulness

Madame J. B. de la Motte Guyon. (1648-1797.) 1702. Engage the waiting soul to bless : Tr. by William Cowper. (1731–1800.) 1782, ab. and alt. And since He bids me seek His face,

1214 Believe His word, and trust His grace,

Evening Prayer for Healing. I'll cast on Him my every care,

1 At even, ere the sun was set, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; 3 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,

O in what divers pains they met, May I thy consolation share,

O with what joy they went away. Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,

Once more 'tis eventide, and we, I view my home, and take my flight: Oppressed with various ills, draw near: This robe of Aesh I'll drop, and rise, What if Thy form we cannot see? To seize the everlasting prize;

We know and feel that Thou art here. And shout, while passing through the air, 2 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel, Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer. For some are sick, and some are sad, Rev. W. W. Walford. 1846. ab. And some have never loved Thee well,

And some have lost the love they had; 1213 At Home with God everywhere.

And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, i My Lord, how full of sweet content,

For none are wholly free from sin; I pass my years of banishment:

And they who fain would serve Thee best, Where'er I dwell, I dwell with Thee,

Are conscious most of wrong within. In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

3 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man; To me remains nor place nor time;

Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; My country is in every clime: I can be calm and free from care

Thy kind but searching glance can scan On any shore, since God is there.

The very wounds that shame would hide;

Thy touch has still its ancient power, 2 While place we seek, or place we shun, No word from Thee can fruitless fall; The soul finds happiness in none;

Hear in this solemn evening hour, But with a God to guide our way,

And in Thy mercy heal us all. T is equal joy, to go or stay.

Rev. Henry Twells. (1823--) 1868. ab.

DEVOTION. 11, 5.

John Knowles Paine. (1839–) 1873

1. Behold, the shade of night is now re - ced - ing, Kindling with splendors fair the dawn is

glow-ing, With fervent hearts, O let us all im - plore Him, Ruler Al · migh




3 This grace O grant us, Godhead ever-blesA Morning Hymn. 2 That He, our God, will look on us in pity of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost in union, Send strength for weakness, grant us His Whose praises be through earth's most dissalvation,

tant regions And with a Father's pure affection give us

Ever resounding.
Glory eternal.

Gregory. (540-604.) Tt. by Rev. Ray Palmer. (1808–) 1871.

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waking, And with one voice hymns to the Lord, the Saviour, Sweetly be sing · ing.

3 This grace Ograntus, Godheadever-blesséd, 1216 An Evening Hymn.

Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost in union, 2 That to the Holy Kingour songs ascending, Whose praises be through earth's most

We worthily, with all His saints, may enter distant regions
The heavenly temple, joyfully partaking

Ever resounding.
Life everlasting.

Gregory. Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer. 1871.

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