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The Church Hymn Book
JOHN ALLEN, M.A.,
H. M. INSPECTORS OF SCHOOLS,
Published with the approvatoining Lord Bishop of Lichfield,
LARGE TYTE EDITION.
147. a. 107
THE MORNING HYMN. .
Thy daily stage of duty run;
pay thy morning sacrifice.
And live this day as if the last;
For the great day thyself prepare. 3 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
And with Thyself my spirit fill. 4 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
In thy sole glory may unite. 5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
THE EVENING HYMN.
For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own almighty wings ! 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done :
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
The grave as little as my
Rise glorious at the awful day.
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
may me more active make, To serve my God when I awake.
1 A CHARGE to keep we have,
A God to glorify;
And fit them for the sky;
Our calling to fulfil ;-
To do our Master's will! 2 Arm us with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;
A strict account to give !
And on Thyself rely;
We shall for ever die. 2 ALMIGHTY God, in humble prayer
To Thee our souls we lift,
For thy most needful gift.
Along our path to flow;
Nor length of years below.
May bring and take away;
Lest we should go astray.
The knowledge how to live ;
To all before Thee give. 3 ALMIGHTY GOD! thy word is cast
Like seed into the ground;
2 Let not the foe of Christ and man
This holy seed remove;
To bring forth fruits of love.
The rising plant destroy;
The fruits of peace and joy.
Thy quick’ning grace bestow;
Its saving power may know.
Of my short life is past; c. I cannot long continue here, And this may
Nor will return again;
The few that do remain.
Thy true condition learn :
And what thy great concern ? 4 Now a new scene of time begins,
Set out afresh for heaven;
In Christ so freely given.
5 ANGELS from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth; P. Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
Come and worship,
2 Shepherds in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flock by night,
Waiting long with hope and fear,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Doomed for guilt to endless pains,
is ; L. Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest. 2 Oh, that our thoughts and thanks may
As grateful incense to the skies !
Which none but he that feels it knows. 3 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In various scenes, both old and new;