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Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Thy precious time misspent redeem;
Each present day thy last esteem:
Improve thy talent with due care,
For the great day thyself prepare.

In conversation be sincere,
Keep conscience as the noon-tide clear;
Think how th’.all-seeing GoD thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
Glory to the Eternal King.

I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir'
May your devotion me inspire;
That I, like you, my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend!

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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 !

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.

LoRD ! I my vows to Thee renew ;

Disperse 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,
To Thy sole glory may unite. -

Praise GoD, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host,
Praise FATHER, SoN, and Holy Ghost.

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GLORY to Thee, my GoD, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings
Under thy own Almighty wings.

‘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.

Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise joyful at the judgment day.

O! may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eye-lids close;
Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make
To serve my GoD, when I awake.

When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

May guardian angels, while I sleep,
Close to my bed their vigils keep;
Their love angelical instil,
Stop every avenue of ill!

May they celestial joys rehearse,
And thought to thought with me converse;
Or, in my stead, all the night long,
Sing to my God a grateful song!

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Praise Him all creatures here below;

Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host,

Praise FATHER, SoN, and Holy Ghost.

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My God now I from sleep awake,
The sole possession of me take ;
From midnight terrors me secure,
And guard my heart from thoughts impure.

Bless'd angels! while we silent lie,
You hallelujahs sing on high:
You joyful hymn the Ever-blest
Before the throne, and never rest.

I with your choir celestial join
In offering up a hymn divine;
With you in heav'n I hope to dwell,
And bid the night and world farewell.

O! when shall I, in endless day,
For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns with the supernal choir
Incessant sing, and never tire 1

Bless'd JESU ' Thou, on heav’n intent,
Whole nights hast in devotion spent;
But I, frail creature, soon am tir’d,
And all my zeal is soon expir'd.

Shine on me, Lord, new life impart,
Fresh ardours kindle in my heart;
One ray of Thy all-quick’ning light
Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.

LoRD ! lest the Tempter me surprise,
Watch over Thy own Sacrifice;
All loose, all idle thoughts, cast out,
And make my very dreams devout.

Praise GoD, from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host, Praise FATHER, SoN, and Holy GHoST.

HYMN FOR A CHILD.

O great and glorious GoD above,
Fountain of Light, and Source of Love;
With raised hands and bended knee
An infant lifts her prayer to Thee.

O merciful and gracious LoRD !
Teach me to understand thy word;
Teach me in childhood's early hour
To love Thy Name, to fear Thy Power:

To know that my REDEEMER gave
His precious blood my soul to save;
Oh! may my soul but grateful prove,
For that amazing act of love!

When adverse storms obscure my sky,
Oh! let me feel that thou art nigh;
Or if prosperity be mine,
That all which I possess is thine.

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