Morning Hymns.

100.

NOW

OW that the daylight fills the sky, We lift our hearts to GOD on high, That He, in all we do or say,

Would keep us free from harm to-day.

May He restrain our tongues from strife,
And shield from anger's din our life,
And guard with watchful care our eyes
From earth's absorbing vanities.

O may our inmost hearts be pure,
From thoughts of folly kept secure,
And pride of sinful flesh subdued
Through sparing use of daily food.

So we, when this day's work is o'er,
And shades of night return once more,
Our path of trial safely trod,
Shall give the glory to our GOD.

All praise to GOD the FATHER be;
All praise, Eternal SON, to Thee:
Whom with the SPIRIT, we adore
For ever and for evermore. Amen.

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101.

NEW every morning is the Love

Our wakening 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.

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. Amen.

102.

(OME, HOLY GHOST, Who ever ONE

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Come, HOLY GHOST; our souls possess
With Thy full flood of holiness.

In word and deed, by heart and tongue,
With all our powers, Thy praise be sung:
May Love enwrap our mortal frame,
And others catch the living flame.

Almighty FATHER, hear our cry,

Through JESUS CHRIST Our LORD Most High, Who with the HOLY GHOST and Thee,

Doth live and reign eternally.

103.

M

Sunday.

Amen.

ORN of morns and day of days!
Silent as the morning's rays,
From the sepulchre's dark prison
CHRIST the Light of lights hath risen.

He commanded, and His Word
Death and the dread chaos heard;
We, O shame, more deaf than they,
In the chains of darkness stay!

Unto hearts in slumber weak
Let the heavenly trumpet speak;
And, like streaks of early morn,
New ways mark the newly born.

Grant us this, and with us be,
Only Fount of charity,

Thou Who dost the SPIRIT give,
Bidding the dead letter live.

Equal praise to FATHER, SON,
And to Thee, the Holy One,

By Whose quickening breath divine
Our dull spirits burn and shine. Amen.

104.

A

GAIN the Sunday morn

Calls us to prayer and praise;

Waking our hearts to gratitude
With its enlivening rays.

But CHRIST yet brighter shone,
Quenching the morning beam ;
When triumphing from death He rose,
And raised us up with Him.

When first the world sprang forth,
In majesty array'd,

And bathed in streams of purest light ;-
What Power was there display'd!

But oh, what Love!-when CHRIST,
For our transgressions slain,
Was by th' Eternal FATHER raised
For us to life again.

His new-created world,

The mighty Maker view'd,

With thousand lovely tints adorn'd;
And straight pronounced it good.

But oh! much more he joy'd The self-same world to see, Wash'd in the Lamb's all-saving Blood From its impurity.

Nature each day renews

Her beauty evermore;

Whence to GOD's hidden Majesty,

The soul is taught to soar.

But CHRIST, the Light of all, The FATHER'S Image blest, Gives us to see our God Himself In Flesh made manifest.

Blest TRINITY! vouchsafe

That to Thy Guidance true,

What Thou forbiddest, we may shun; What Thou commandest, do.

Amen.