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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.

FAMILY DEVOTION.

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Rejoicing at the return of the Sabbath.
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M returning day;

My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.
2 I yield my heart to thee alone,

Nor would receive another guest:
Eternal King, erect thy throne,

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 :-

L. M.

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.

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

596

L. M.

Morning: Adoration.

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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. 597

L. M.

Morning: Sacrifice of praise and prayer.

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun

Thy
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

3 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.

598

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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.

L. M.

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 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.

600

C. M.

Morning: Self-consecration.

ONCE

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.

3 '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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GIVE

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.

C. M.

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.

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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.
CEE how the morning sun

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.

S. M.

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