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3 If good thy providence impart,

For which resigned I pray, Give me to feel the grateful heart,

And without guilt be gay. 4 Afiction should thy love intend,

As sin's or folly's cure; Patient to gain that blessed end,

May I the means endure.
5 If bright or cloudy scenes await,

Some profit let me gain ;
That heaven nor high, nor low estate,

May send to me in vain.
6 Be this and every future day

Still wiser than the past;
That, from the whole of life's survey,

I may find peace at last.

380. L. M.

A Morning Hymn.
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 By influence of the light divine

Let thine own light to others shine ;
Reflect all heaven's propitious rays,

In ardent love and cheerful praise.
3 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.

4 Direct, control, suggest, this day,

All I design, or do, or say;
That all iny powers, with all their might,

In thy sole glory may unite.
5 All praise to thee who safe hast kept,

And hast refreshed me while I slept ;
O grant when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

381. L. M.

The daily Goodness of God.
1 My God! how endless is thy love!

Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above,

Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours !
Thy sovereign word restores the light,

And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 Still make my daily wants thy care,

Forgive the sins which I forsake;
And, while I in thy kindness share,

Let fellow-men of mine partake.
4 I yield my powers to thy command;

To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

382.

C. M. Morning or Evening Hymn. i UPWARD, each morning, O my God!

My waking thoughts ascend;
In thee are founded all my hopes,

In thee my wishes end.

2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,

Thy boundless love surveys ;
And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares

A sacrifice of praise. 3 God leads me through the maze of sleep,

And brings me safe to light;
And, with the same paternal care,

Conducts my steps till night.
4 When evening slumbers press my eyes,

With his protection blest,
In peace and safety I commit

My weary limbs to rest.
5 My spirit, in his hand secure,

Fears no approaching ill;
For, whether waking or asleep,

Thou, Lord, art with me still.

383. L. M.

An Evening Hymn.
1 Glory to thee, my God! this night,

For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me! King of kings!

Beneath thine own almighty wings! 2 Forgive whate'er I've said or done,

Or felt or thought this day, that 's wrong;
That with the world, myself, and thee,

I, e'er I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that

The grave as little as my bed :
Teach me to die, that so I may

Serene behold the judgment-day. 4 O may my soul on thee repose,

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;

may dread

Sleep that shall me more active make
My God to serve,

when I awake. 5 If death itself my sleep invade,

Why should I be of death afraid ?
Proiected by thy powerful arm,

Though he may strike, he cannot harm. 6 For death is life, and labour rest,

If with thy gracious presence blest ; 'Then welcome sleep or death to me, I'm still secure, for still with thee.

384.

L. M. An Evening Hymn. Ps. iv. 8. 1 Thus far thou, LORD ! hast led me on ;

Thus far thy power prolongs my day's ;
And every evening shall make known

Some fresh memorial of thy grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste,

And I perhaps am near my home;
Thou wilt forgive my follies past,

And give me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep ;

Peace is the pillow of my head;
Thine ever-watchful eye shall keep

Ils constant guard around my bed. 4 Faith in thy name forbids my fear :

() may thy presence ne'er depart ! And in the morning may I bear

Thy loving-kindness on iny heart ! 5 Thus, when the night of death shall come,

My frame shall rest beneath the ground;
And wait thy voice to break my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.

385.

7 M. Meditations in the night Season. Ps. lxii. 6. 1 What though downy slumbers flee,

Strangers to my couch and me;
While with God's protection blest,

Cares and fears ne'er hannt my breast. 2 While the empress of the night

Scatters mild her silvery light;
While the vivid planets stray

Various through their mystic way: 3 While the stars unnumbered roll

Round the ever-constant pole ;
Far above these spangled skies,

All my soul to God shall rise ; 4 'Midst the silence of the night,

Mingling with those angels bright,
Whose harmonious voices raise

Ceaseless love and ceaseless praise ; 5 'Midst the throng his gentle ear

Shall my grateful accents hear :
From on high will he impart

Secret comfort to my heart :
6 Listing all my thoughts above

On the wings of faith and love :
Blest alternative to me,
Thus to sleep or wake with thee !

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