2 On thee my waking raptures dwell, When crimson gleams the east adorn, Thee, victor of the grave and hell,
Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays, To thee, my soul triumphant springs; LL Thee, thron'd in glory's endless blaze,
Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings. 4 O'er earth, when shades of ev'ning steal, To death and thee my thoughts I give; To death, whose pow'r I soon must feel, To thee, with whom I trust to live.
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 thy mispent time that's past; Live this day, as if 'twere 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 th' 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 unweari'd sing, Glory to thee, eternal King."
5 I wake, I wake, ye heav'nly 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 refresh'd me whilst 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.
1 ARISE, my soul! with rapture rise!
And, fill'd with love and fear, adore
The awful Sov'reign of the skies, Whose mercy lends me one day more.
2 And may this day, indulgent Pow'r! Not idly pass, nor fruitless be; But may each swiftly flying hour Still nearer bring my soul to Thee. 3 But can it be? that Pow'r divine
Is thron'd in light's unbounded blaze; And countless worlds and angels join To swell the glorious song of praise: 4 And will he deign to lend an ear,
When I poor abject mortal, pray? V. Yes, boundless goodness! he will hear, Nor cast the meanest wretch away. 5 Then let me serve thee all my days,
And may my zeal with years increase: For pleasant Lord, are all thy ways, And all thy paths are paths of peace.
O 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 ev'ry future day Still wiser than the past, And when I all my life survey, May grace sustain at last.
Now the morning light is come;
Lord, may we be thine to day;
Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill our souls with heav'nly light, Banish doubt and clear our sight, In thy service, Lord, to-day, May we labour, watch and
3 Keep our haughty passions bound; Save us from our foes around; Going out and coming in Keep us safe from ev'ry sin.
4 When our work of life is past, O receive us then at last; Night and sin will be no more, When we reach the heav'nly shore.
YLORY 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 heav'nly thoughts supply: Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No pow'rs of darkness me molest. 6 Oh! 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.
REAT 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 pow'r. 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 mine eyelids close, With sleep refresh my feeble frame; Safe in thy care may I repose, And wake with praises to thy Name.
TOW 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 favours, and new joys, Do a new song require;
Till we shall praise thee as we would Accept our hearts' desire.
« PreviousContinue » |