FATHER of lights! keep us this day Those flames impure, which, cherished here, SAVIOUR, of Thy sweet clemency Grant us Thy grace-grant us with Thee FATHER of mercies! hear our cry; Who reignest with the HOLY GHOST "Ye were sometimes darkness, but now are ye light in the LORD: walk as children of light." 95. MORN of morns, and day of days, From the sepulchre's dark prison, He commanded, and His word Nature 'neath the shadow lies; All throughout night's stillness deep While the dead world sleeps around Thus to hearts in slumber weak, Let the heavenly trumpet speak; HYMNS AND ANTHEMS. And like streaks of early morn, Equal praise to FATHER, SON, By Whose quickening Breath divine "This is the day which the LORD hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it." 96. MORNING lifts her dewy veil, With new-born blessings crowned, Let us haste her light to hail In courts of holy ground. CHRIST hath shed a fairer morn, From the swaddling bands of night O what a power was there! When our GOD Who gave His SON, O what a power was there! Yet a goodlier world it stood In the LAMB's all-cleansing blood In the light of rising morn In Thy law, blessed TRINITY, EVENING. "Abide with us, for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent." 97. SOURCE of light and life divine, Shade of night, and morning ray, May we ne'er, by guilt depressed, Rather lift them to the skies, Help us in our daily strife, Make us struggle into life. Holy FATHER, Holy SON, E "There shall be no night there." 98.0 THOU, Whose Throne is hid from men, Before Whose Face e'en seraphs shrink Here we Thy people sit forlorn In darkness doomed to dwell, This Day Thou hast in store for us But ah! too long thou lingerest, For why! this body's toilsome load But when my soul hath ta'en her flight To see Thee, love Thee, praise Thy Name, O may we so, blest Three in One, Monday. MORNING. "He spreadeth out the heavens like a curtain, and layeth the beams of His chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds His chariot." 99. COME, let us praise the Name of GOD, Who spread the lofty skies, And to the firmament above Slow floating in the blue expanse Whence fruitful showers, at GOD's command, How fair a type of GOD's free grace Like gentle dews from Heaven. In rapture sweet 'tis raised aloft O happy saints, on whom are poured TO GOD the FATHER, GOD the SON, "The day is Thine, and the night is Thine. Thou hast prepared the light and the sun." 100.0 THOU, the FATHER'S Image blest! O Thou eternal Light of light! True Sun!-upon our souls arise, And through each sense the quickening beam Thee too, O FATHER, we entreat, FATHER of might and grace divine! FATHER of glorious majesty! Thy pitying eye on us incline. Confirm us in each good resolve, The Tempter's envious rage subdue ; |