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DAY-HYMN FOR CHILDHOOD.
When Morn hath round our pillow shed
Her pure and holy light,
We must not idly keep our bed
That gave us rest by night!—
We must arise, the Lord to praise,
Who kept us while we lay;
And ask his care through all the ways
He marks for us by day.
Her pure and holy light,
We must not idly keep our bed
That gave us rest by night!—
We must arise, the Lord to praise,
Who kept us while we lay;
And ask his care through all the ways
He marks for us by day.
When shining in his noontide power
We see the golden sun,
We should review each by-gone hour
Of day, for what we 've done;—
We should aspire our souls to lift
As high in Heaven above;
And from our Saviour seek the gift
Of sun-like truth and love.
We see the golden sun,
We should review each by-gone hour
Of day, for what we 've done;—
We should aspire our souls to lift
As high in Heaven above;
And from our Saviour seek the gift
Of sun-like truth and love.
When falling shades and evening dew
The earth in silence veil,
To Him we should our prayer renew,
Whose mercies never fail:—
We must in God fold up our hearts,
Ere slumber seal our eyes;
And trust, at morn, when sleep departs,
In Him to wake and rise.
The earth in silence veil,
To Him we should our prayer renew,
Whose mercies never fail:—
We must in God fold up our hearts,
Ere slumber seal our eyes;
And trust, at morn, when sleep departs,
In Him to wake and rise.
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