I. PART II

Thomas Ken (1637-1711)

LORY to thee, who safe hast kept

And hast refreshed me whilst I slept ; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake I may of endless light partake.

Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er thou art;
Oh never then from me depart;

For to my soul 'tis hell to be

But for one moment void of thee.

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.

Direct, control, suggest, this day

All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,

In thy sole glory may unite.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below,
Praise him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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William Bright (1824-1901)

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thy feet, O Christ, we lay
Thine own gift of this new day;
Doubt of what it holds in store
Makes us crave thine aid the more;
Lest it prove a time of loss,
Mark it, Saviour, with thy cross.

If it flow on calm and bright,
Be thyself our chief delight;
If it bring unknown distress,
All is good that thou canst bless;
Only, while its hours begin,
Pray we, keep them clear of sin.

We in part our weakness know,
And in part discern our foe;
Well for us, before thine eyes
All our danger open lies;
Turn not from us, while we plead
Thy compassions and our need.

Fain would we thy word embrace,
Live each moment on thy grace,
All our selves to thee consign,
Fold up all our wills in thine,
Think, and speak, and do, and be,
Simply that which pleases thee..

Hear us, Lord, and that right soon;
Hear, and grant the choicest boon
That thy love can e'er impart,
Loyal singleness of heart;

So shall this and all our days,

Christ our God, show forth thy praise.