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2 With courage drest, strong-hearted, blest,

Fulfil thy work abroad ;
Fearless and true, thy way pursue,

A happy child of God.
3 Amid the strife of daily life,

Amid its noontide heat,
Fear not to miss thy secret bliss,

The rest of sonship sweet. 4 In liberty of holy glee,

Accept thy childhood's part,
And thou shalt find, by faith enshrined,

The Father in thy heart.
5 Oh, blessèd rest! With such a guest

Life's duty grows divine,
Dross becomes gold, and, as of old,

The water turns to wine.
6 Eternal praise to Thee we raise,

Who deign'st with men to dwell ;
Great Word of God, Jehovah ! Lord !
Adored Emmanuel !

J. E. Livock. 68

C. M.
O FATHER, hear my morning prayer,

Thy aid impart to me,
That I may make my life to-day

Acceptable to Thee.
2 May this desire my spirit rule,

And, as the moments fly,
Something of good be born in me,

Something of evil die. 3 Some grace that seeks my heart to win,

With shining victory meet,
Some sin that strives for mastery,

Find overthrow complete.

4 That so throughout the coming day

The hours shall carry me
A little farther from the world,
A little nearer Thee.

F. A. Percy.

11s, 10s.

69 Now, when the dusky shades of night, re

treating Before the sun's red banner, swiftly flee; Now, when the terrors of the dark are

fleeting, O Lord, we lift our thankful hearts to


2 To Thee, whose word, the fount of life

unsealing, When hill and dale in thickest darkness

lay, A woke bright rays across the dim earth

stealing, And bade the eve and morn complete

the day.

3 Look from the height of heaven and send

to cheer us Thy light and truth, and guide us on

ward still ; Still let Thy mercy, as of old, be near us,

And lead us safely to Thy holy hill.

4 So, when that morn of endless light is

waking, And shades of evil from its splendors

flee, Safe may we rise, this earth's dark vale

forsaking, Through all the long bright day to dwell 5 Be this by Thee, O God thrice holy,

with Thee.

granted. O Father, Son, and Spirit, ever blest ; Whose glory by the heaven and earth is

chanted, Whose name by men and angels is confest.



C. M. O LORD of life, Thy quick’ning voice

Awakes my morning song ;
In gladsome words I would rejoice

That I to Thee belong.
2 I see Thy light, I feel Thy wind ;

Earth is Thy uttered word ; Whatever wakes my heart and mind,

Thy presence is, my Lord. 3 Therefore I choose my highest part,

And turn my face to Thee ; Therefore I stir my inmost heart

To worship fervently. 4 Within my heart, speak, Lord, speak on,

My heart alive to keep
Till the night comes, and, labor done,

In Thee I fall asleep.

G. Macdonald.


L. M. O JESUS, Lord of heav'nly grace, Thou brightness of Thy Father's face; Thou fountain of eternal light,

Whose beams disperse the shades of night! 2 Come, holy sun of heavenly love,

Shower down Thy radiance from above,

And to our inward hearts convey

The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray.
3 May He our actions deign to bless,

And loose the bonds of wickedness;
From sudden falls our feet defend,

And bring us to a prosperous end. 4 May faith, deep-rooted in the soul,

Subdue our flesh, our minds control ;
May guile depart, and discord cease,

And all within be joy and peace.
5 Oh, hallowed be the approaching day!

Let meekness be our morning ray,
And faithful love our noonday light,

And hope our sunset, calm and bright. 6 O Christ, with each returning morn

Thine image to our hearts is borne :
Oh, may we ever clearly see
Our Saviour and our God in Thee !

Ambrose. Tr. J. Chandler.


L. M.
LORD God of morning and of night,
We thank Thee for Thy gift of light:
As in the dawn the shadows fly,
We seem to find Thee now more nigh.

2 Fresh hopes have wakened in the heart,

Fresh force to do our daily part ;
Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore
A thousand-fold to serve Thee more.

3 Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue,

Oft what we would we cannot do ;
The sun may stand in zenith skies,
But on the soul thick midnight lies.

4 O Lord of lights, 'tis Thou alone

Canst make our darkened hearts thine own; Though this new day with joy we see,

Great Dawn of God, we cry for Thee ! 5 Praise God, our Maker and our friend,

Praise Him thro’ time till time shall end, Till psalm and song His name adore Through heaven's great day of evermore.

F. T. Palgrave. 73

11s, 10s. Iambic STILL, still with Thee, when purple morn

ing breaketh, When the bird waketh, and the shadows

flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the day

light, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with

Thee ! 2 Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows,

The solemn hush of nature newly born ; Alone with Thee, in breathless adoration, In the calm dew and freshness of the

morn. 3 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to

slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in

prayer ; Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'er

shading, But sweeter still, to wake and find Thee

there. 4 So shall it be at last, in that bright morn

ing, When the soul waketh, and life's shad

ows flee;

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