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Like happy bees, O! let us roam,
Extracting joy from all around,
And winging towards our heavenly home,
Rise up with pure devotion crown'd;
And THEE, great King of glory meet,
As tuneful larks the sun would greet.
Give us the Faith to feel and know,

That thou art mirror'd full and true
Within the breast, as thou dost show
Thy sun amid a drop of dew.
And thus from sleep thy saints upraise,
To seek Thy face in prayer and praise.
W. MARTIN.

MORNING HYMN.

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

Redeem thy mispent moments past,
And live this day as if the last;
Thy talents to improve take care,
And for the judgment day prepare.

Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noonday clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys

Thy secret thoughts, and marks thy ways.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who high in heaven unceasing sing
Glory to the Eternal King.

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.

I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir!
Make your devotion me inspire;
That I, like you, my time may spend,
Like you, may on my God attend!
May I, like you, in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform, like you, my Maker's will:
And ever more be free from ill.

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.

BISHOP KEnn.

EVENING HYMN.

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 eyelids close;
Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make
To serve my God, when I awake.

Should I in darkness 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;
My heart with love celestial fill,
And guard me from th' approach of ill.
Should death to-night my sleep invade,
Why should I be of death afraid?
Protected by thy saving arm,

Though he may strike, he cannot harm.

For death is life, and labour rest,
If with thy gracious presence blest;
Then welcome sleep, or death to me,
I'm still secure, if still with Thee.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise him, above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

BISHOP KENN.

THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

FATHER of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,

By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou great First Cause, least understood
Who all my sense confined;

To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind.

Yet gave me in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.

What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,

This, teach me more than hell to shun;
That, more than heaven pursue.

What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;

For GOD is paid when man receives;
To enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound;
Or think thee, Lord, alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round;

Let not this weak, unknowing hand,
Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land
On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;

If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the faults I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by thy breath;
O lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Through this day's life or death.

This day be peace and bread my lot;
All else beneath the sun,

Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.

To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!

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On chorus let all being raise!

All nature's incense rise.

PRAYER.

PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,

Utter'd or unexprest;

The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

POPE.

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