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Whose praises be through earth's most dis
Tr. R. Palmer. 60
L. M. 61. 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 guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day. 2 As every day, Thy mercy spares,
Will bring its trials and its cares,
And be Thy great example mine. 3 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
Oh, lead me onward to the skies ! 4 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
W. Shrubsole. 61
L. M. 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 spreadst the curtains of the night,
Great guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light
Ånd quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 1 yield my powers to Thy command,
To Thee I consecrate my days ; Perpetual blessings from Thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
7s.61. CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Triumph o'er the shades of night;
Day-star, in my heart appear.
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Till Thy mercy's beams I see ;
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 3 Visit then this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief ;
Scatter all my unbelief;
Ev'ry morning mercies new
For Thy mercies, Lord, are sure,
2 Still the greatness of Thy love
Daily doth our sins remove;
Strength to stand in evil day.
That these gifts may never fail ;
4 As the morning light returns,
As the sun with splendor burns,
8,4,7,8,4,7 COME, my soul, thou must be waking, Now is breaking
O'er the earth another day ;
All thy feeble strength can pay. 2 Pray that He may prosper ever Each endeavor,
When thine aim is good and true; But that He may ever thwart thee, And convert thee,
When thou evil would'st pursue.
3 Think that He thy ways beholdeth; He unfoldeth
Every fault that lurks within ; He the hidden shame glossed over Can discover,
And discern each deed of sin.
4 Mayest thou on life's last morrow, Free from sorrow,
Pass away in slumber sweet ; And, released from death's dark sadness, Rise in gladness,
That far brighter Sun to greet. 5 Only God's free gifts abuse not, Light refuse not,
His Spirit's voice obey
Tr. H. J. Buckol.
F. R. L. von Canitz.
My voice ascending high ;
To Thee lift up mine eye –
To plead for all His saints,
Our songs and our complaints.
The wicked shall not stand ;
Nor dwell at Thy right hand. 4 But to Thy house will I resort
To taste Thy mercies there ;
I will frequent Thy holy court
And worship in Thy fear.
In ways of righteousness,
1. Watts. 66
C. M. O GOD, before the sun's bright beams
All night's dark shadows fly;
All doubts and terrors die.
As morning's gladdening breath ; Gives light to all to seek Thy face,
And guides in life and death. 3 O holy light! O light of God !
O light unseen below,
Which there the blest shall know ! 4 Swift comes the hour when none can toil,
Short is the rugged way ;
Whilst it is called to-day.
Which to the saints is given,
G. Phillimore. 67
And greet the morning light ;
For mercies of the night.