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Still, still unchanging, watch beside
In pleasure's path how long I stray'd: But thou bast made me feel thy rod!
And turn'd my soul to thee, my God.
I bless thy hand that caus’d the sinart;
But sav'd me from eternal wo!
Thy precepts I had still despis’d,
Had my unwary feet betray'd.
They fix my hopes on thy abode;
And turn my darkness into day.
My morning sacrifice I bring ,
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,
And be thy pure example mine.
Or languor settles at the heart;
And grant thy servant sweet relief.
Lay all my worldly comforts low;
For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed.
Its varied blessings in my store;
And humbly may I walk with thee.
And weari'd nature seeks repose,
O lead me onward to the skies.
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
My soul, adoring, turns to thee!
And wrapt in shades of death for me.
2 On thee my waking raptures dwell,
When crimson gleams the east adorn,
Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays,
To thee, my soul triumphant springs; Lr 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;
Thy daily course of duty run;
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Live this day, as if 'twere thy last: L
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;
“ Glory to thee, eternal King."
May your devotion me inspire;
Like you may on my God attend. 6 May I like you in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight;
0! may I never more do ill.
And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept:
8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
And with thyself my spirit fill.
In thy sole glory may unite.
Praise him, all creatures here below; L
Whose mercy lends me one day more.
each swiftly flying hour
Is thron'd in light's unbounded blaze;
To swell the glorious song of praise :
When I poor abject mortal, pray?
Nor cast the meanest wretch away.
And may my zeal with years increase :
Whose sun creates the day,
2 This day thy fav'ring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchsaf'd before ;
And I that hand adore.
For which resign'd, I pray, Give me to feel a cheerful heart,
And grateful homage pay.
As vice or folly's cure,
May I the means endure. 5 Be this and ev'ry future day
Still wiser than the past,
(111. 1.) Morning 1 COW the shades of night are gone;
Now the morning light is come;
Drive the shades of sin away.
Banish doubt and clear our sight,
May we labour, watch and pray.
Save us from our foes around;
Keep us safe from ev'ry sin.
O receive us then at last;
For all the blessings of the light: