1176 L. M. They are new every morning. Lam. 3:23.
New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought.
2 New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray: New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
3 Old friends, old scenes will lovelier be As more of heaven in each we see; Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care.
4 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love, Fit us for perfect rest above, And keep us this, and every day, To live more nearly as we pray.
1177 L. M. Be thou their arm every morning. Isaiah 33:2.
Lord of eternal truth and might! Ruler of nature’s changing scheme! Who dost bring forth the morning light, And temper noon’s effulgent beam:
2 Quench thou in us the flames of strife, And bid the heat of passion cease; From perils guard our feeble life, And keep our souls in perfect peace.
1178 L. M. I have set the Lord always before me. Psalm 16:8.
Forth in thy name, O Lord! I go, My daily labors to pursue; Thee, only thee, resolved to know In all I think, or speak, or do.
2 Thee will I set at my right hand, Whose eyes mine inmost substance see, And labor on at thy command, And offer all my works to thee.
3 For thee delightfully employ Whate’er thy bounteous grace hath given, And run my course with constant joy, And closely walk with thee to heaven.
1179 L. M. Be thou in the fear of the Lord, etc. Prov. 23:17.
God of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And, like a giant, doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies!
2 O, like the sun may I fulfill The appointed duties of the day; With ready mind, and active will, March on and keep my heavenly way.
1180 L. M. Burn thereon sweet incense every morning. Exodus 30:7.
I praise thy name, O God of Light, For rest and safety through the night; Beneath thy wing securely kept, I closed my eyes and sweetly slept.
2 Redeemed from weariness, I rise To greet the light with cheerful eyes; And with the birds on joyful wing, My soul would rise, and sweetly sing.
3 I thank thee, Lord, for all thy care, For all the blessings that I share— Life, reason, health, and home, and friends, And every gift thy goodness sends.
4 O let me never, never cease To cherish trust and thankfulness: From thee, thou Maker of my frame, Each undeservéd blessing came.
5 As numberless as stars of heaven, Are the rich bounties thou hast given; And fresh as dews, and sweet as flowers, The love that smiles on all my hours.
6 O let me to thy altar bring A pure and grateful offering; And let my thanks, as incense, rise In Christ, a pleasing sacrifice.
1181 L. M. A morning invocation.
Awake, my soul! and with the sun Thy daily course 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 Glory to the eternal King.
3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed 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.
1182 C. M. He giveth his beloved sleep. Psalm 127:2.
Lord of my life! O may thy praise Employ my noblest powers, Whose goodness lengthens out my days And fills the circling hours.
2 While many spent the night in sighs, And restless pains and woes, In gentle sleep I closed my eyes, And undisturbed repose.
3 O let the same Almighty care My waking hours attend; From every danger, every snare, My heedless steps defend.
4 Smile on my minutes as they roll, And guide my future days; And let thy goodness fill my soul With gratitude and praise.
1183 C. M. In the morning, etc. Psalm 5:3.
To thee let my first offerings rise, Whose sun creates the day; Swift as his gladdening influence flies, And spotless as his ray.
2 This day thy favoring hand be nigh, So oft vouchsafed before: Still may it lead, protect, supply, And I that hand adore.
3 If bliss thy providence impart, For which, resigned, I pray; Give me to feel the grateful heart, And thus thy love repay.
4 Afflictions should thy love intend, As vice or folly’s cure, Patient to gain that glorious end, May I the means endure!