A Cheap Edition in smaller Type is published at One Penny, in a The Church Hymn Book. EDITED BY JOHN ALLEN, M.A., ARCHDEACON OF SALOP, DIOCESE OF LICHFIELD; LATE ONE OF THE MORNING HYMN. AWAKE, 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 Redeem thy misspent moments past, And live this day as if the last; Thy talents to improve take care; For the great day thyself prepare. 3 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. 4 Direct, control, suggest, this day, That all my powers, with all their might, 5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, GLO LORY to Thee, my God, this night, IA CHARGE to keep we have, A God to glorify; S. Our never-dying souls to save, 2 Oh, may it all our powers engage To do our Master's will! Arm us with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And oh, thy servants, Lord, prepare Help us to watch and pray, Assured, if we our trust betray, We shall for ever die. 2 ALMIGHTY God, in humble prayer our souls we lift, C. Do Thou our waiting minds prepare 2 We ask not golden streams of wealth We ask not undecaying health, Nor length of years below. 3 We ask not honours which an hour We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power, 4 We ask for wisdom :-Lord, impart 3 ALMIGHTY GOD! thy word is cast C. Like seed into the ground; Now let the dew of heaven descend, 2 Let not the foe of Christ and man To bring forth fruits of love. 4 Oft as the precious seed is sown, 4 AND now, my soul, another year Of my short life is past; c. I cannot long continue here, And this may be my last. 2 Much of my dubious life is gone, And swift my passing moments run, 3 Awake, my soul; with utmost care What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair? 4 Now a new scene of time begins, 5 ANGELS from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; P. Ye, who sang creation's story, Worship Christ, the new-born King. 2 Shepherds in the field abiding, 3 Saints before the altar bending, 4 Sages, leave your contemplations, 5 Sinners, wrung with true repentance, Mercy calls you-break your chains: 6 ANO NOTHER six days' work is done, L. Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 2 Oh, that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies! And draw from heaven that sweet repose 3 This heavenly calm within the breast |