SUNDAY MORNING. (L. M.)

1 My op'ning eyes with rapture see
The dawn of thy returning day;
My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.

2 I yield my heart to thee alone,

Nor would receive another guest;
Eternal King! erect thy throne,

And reign sole monarch in my breast.

8 O bid th' ensnaring world retire,

And drive each carnal thought away; Nor let me feel one vain desire,

One sinful thought through all the day

Then, to thy courts when I repair,
My soul shall rise on joyful wing,

The wonders of thy love declare,

And join the strains which angels sing.

EVENING. (C. M.)

1 Now from the altar of our hearts,

Let flames of love arise;
Assist us, Lord, to offer up
Our ev'ning sacrifice.

2 Minutes and mercies multipli'd,
Have made up all this day;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More swift, more free than they.

3 New time, new favors, and new joys,
Do a new song require;

Till we shall praise thee as we would,
Accept our hearts' desire.

MORNING. (c. M.

1 To thee let my first off'rings rise,
Whose sun creates the day,

Swift as his gladd'ning influence flies,
And spotless as his ray.

2 This day thy fav'ring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchsaf'd before;

Still may it lead, protect, supply,
And I that hand adore.

3 If bliss thy providence impart,
For which, resign'd, I pray,
Give me to feel a cheerful heart,
And grateful homage pay.

4 Affliction should thy love intend,
As vice or folly's cure,

Patient to gain that gracious end,
May I the means endure.

5 Be this and every future day
Still wiser than the past,
And when I all my life survey,
May grace sustain at last.

EVENING. (L. M.)

1 GREAT GOD! to thee my ev'ning song
With humble gratitude I raise.

O let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.

2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And ev'ry onward rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and power

3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,
Too oft regardless of thy love,
Ungrateful, can from thee depart,
And from the path of duty rove.

4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood

Of Christ, my Lord; his name alone I plead for pardon, gracious God,

And kind acceptance at thy throne. 5 With hope in him my eyelids close, With sleep refresh my feeble frame; Safe in thy care may I repose,

And wake with praises to thy Name.

MORNING HYMN. (L. M.)

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily course of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Redeem my mispent time that 's past;
Live this day, as if 't were thy last:
T improve thy talents take due care;
'Gainst the great day thyself prepare.

3 Let all thy converse be sincere,

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

4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing,
Glory to thee, eternal King.

5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir,
May your devotion me inspire:
That I like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.

6 May I like you in God delight,

Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform like you my Maker's will:
O may I never more do ill.

7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

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

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

9 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say,

That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below
Praise him above, y' angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

EVENING HYMN. (L. M.)

1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own Almighty wings.

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Triumphing rise at the last day.

4 O may my soul on thee repose,

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make,
To serve my God, when I awake.

5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

6 O when shall I, in endless day,
For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns divine with angels sing,
Glory to thee, eternal King!

7 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him all creatures here below;

Praise him above, y' angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

1 WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes,

O Sun of righteousness divine,

On me with beams of mercy shine
Chase the dark clouds of sin away
And turn my darkness into day.

2 When to heaven's great and glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring;

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy, Saviour, in thy name;

My conscience sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.

3 As ev'ry day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares;
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend;
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy pure example mine.
4 When pain transfixes ev'ry part,
Or langour settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseas'd, oppress'd,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
O Great Physician! see my grief,
And grant thy servant sweet relief.