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WAKE, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily course of duty run ;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise

To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Thy precious time misspent redeem ;
Each precious day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care,
For the great day thyself prepare.

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,
Let thy own light to others shine ;
Reflect all heaven's propitious rays'
In ardent love and cheerful praise.

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MORNING AYMN.
Wake, and lift thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praises to th' eternal King.
I wake, I wake !-ye heavenly choir,
May your devotion me inspire ;
That I like you my age 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-
Oh, may I never more do ill !
Had I your wings, to heaven I'd fly;
But God shall that defect supply,
And my soul, wing'd with warm desire,
Shall all day long to heaven aspire.
All praise 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 light partake.
I would not wake, nor rise again,
Even heaven itself I would disdain,
Wert not Thou there to be enjoy'd,
And I in hymns to be employ'd.
Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art ;
Oh, never, then, from me depart;
For to my soul 'tis hell to be
But for one moment void of Thee.

EVENING HYMN.

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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,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
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.

KEN.

EVENING HYMN.
All praise to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thy own almighty wings !
Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill 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 ;
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

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