4 The well of life to us thou art,-
Of joy, the swelling flood;

Wafted by thee, with willing heart,
We swift return to God.

5 We soon shall reach the boundless sea; Into thy fulness fall;

Be lost and swallow'd up in thee,-
Our God, our All in All.

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FAMILY DEVOTION.

Rejoicing at the return of the Sabbath.

MT dawn of this returning day;

opening eyes with rapture see

My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows

pay.

2 I yield my heart to thee alone, Nor would receive another guest: Eternal King, erect thy throne,

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And reign sole monarch in my breast. 3 O bid this trifling world retire,

And drive each carnal thought away; Nor let me feel one vain desire,

One sinful thought, through all the day. 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing,The wonders of thy love declare,

And join the strains which angels sing.

595

C. M.

Sunday morning: Preparing for public worship.

LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high:

To thee will I direct my prayer,→
To thee lift up mine eye :-·.

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
To plead for all his saints;
Presenting, at the Father's throne,
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
4 Now to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 0 may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

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Morning: Adoration.

ARISE, my soul, with rapture rise,

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And, fill'd with love and fear, adore The awful Sov'reign of the skies,

Whose mercy lends thee one day more. 2 And may this day, indulgent Power, Not idly pass, nor fruitless be; But may each swiftly passing hour Still nearer bring my soul to thee.

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L. M. Morning: Sacrifice of praise and prayer. WAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to the' eternal King.

8 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

4 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.

5 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.

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Morning: The Lord is my portion. GOD, my God, my all thou art: Ere shines the dawn of rising day, Thy sov'reign light within my heart, Thy all-enliv'ning power, display.

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2 For thee my thirsty soul doth pant,
While in this desert land I live;
And, hungry as I am, and faint,
Thy love alone can comfort give.
3 In a dry land, behold, I place
My whole desire on thee, O Lord;
And more I joy to gain thy grace,
Than all earth's treasures can afford.
4 More dear than life itself, thy love
My heart and tongue shall still employ;
And to declare thy praise will prove
My peace, my glory, and my joy.
5 In blessing thee with grateful songs,
My happy life shall glide away;
The praise that to thy Name belongs,
Hourly, with lifted hands, I'll pay.

599

C. M.

Morning: The Sun of righteousness.

AWAKE, my soul, to meet the day;

Unfold thy drowsy eyes,

And burst the heavy chain that binds
Thine active faculties.

2 God's guardian shield was round me spread
In my defenceless sleep:
Let Him have all my waking hours
Who doth my slumbers keep.
3 Pardon, O God, my former sloth,
And arm my soul with grace;
As, rising, now I seal my vows
To prosecute thy ways.

4 Bright Sun of righteousness, arise;
Thy radiant beams display;

And guide my dark, bewilder'd soul,
To everlasting day.

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Morning: Self-consecration.

NCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To Him that rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his Name repeats,
The day renews the sound;

Wide as the heavens on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.

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8 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins might rouse his wrath to flame,
But yet his wrath delays.

4 O God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light;

Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a peaceful night.

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Morning: Thankfulness and trust.
IVER and Guardian of our sleep,
To praise thy name we wake:
Still, Lord, thy helpless servants keep,
For thine own mercy's sake.
2 The blessing of another day
We thankfully receive :
O may we only thee obey,
And to thy glory live.

3 Upon us lay thy mighty hand;

Our words and thoughts restrain; And bow our souls to thy command, Nor let our faith be vain.

4 Pris'ners of hope, we wait the hour
Which shall salvation bring:

When all we are shall own thy power,
And call our Jesus, King.

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Morning: Tribute of praise.
how the morning sun
Pursues his shining way;

And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With every bright'ning ray.

2 Thus would my rising soul
Its heavenly Parent sing,
And to its great Original

The humble tribute bring.
3 Serene I laid me down,
Beneath his guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind Preserver near.

4 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to thee;

And in thy service I would spend
A long eternity.

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