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In conversation be sincere,
Keep conscience as the noontide clear; Think how all-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
By influence of the light divine,
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
I wake, I wake!-ye heavenly choir,
May I, like you, in God delight,
Had I your wings, to heav'n I'd fly;
And my soul, wing'd with warm desire,
All praise to thee, who safe hast kept,
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, may of endless light partake.
I would not wake, nor rise again,
Wert not thou there to be enjoy'd,
Heav'n is, dear Lord, where'er thou art;
For to my soul 'tis hell to be
But for one moment void of thee.
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 pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Noon-day Hymn [the Labourer's].
Up to the throne of God is borne
Nor will he turn his ear aside
What though our burden be not light,
Blest are the moments, doubly blest, That, drawn from this one hour of rest, Are with a ready heart bestow'd
Upon the service of our God!
Why should we crave a hallow'd spot?
A church in ev'ry grove that spreads
Look up to heav'n !-the industrious sun Already half his race has run;
Lord, since his rising in the east,
Help with thy grace, through life's short day,
And glorify for us the west,
When we shall sink to final rest.
ALL praise to thee, my God, this night,
Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
Teach me to live, that I may dread
Rise glorious at the awful day.
Oh! may my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close-
When in the night I sleepless lie,
Dull sleep!—of sense me to deprive ;
But though sleep o'er my frailty reigns,
The faster sleep the senses binds,
O when shall I, in endless day,
O may my guardian, while I sleep,
Stop all the avenues of ill.