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A Morning Hymn.
Behold the Morning Sun arise,
And with new Lustre paints the Skies!
The gladded World his Beams surveys,
And bless his all-enliv'ning Rays.
Arise, great God! and on me shine,
Shew me thy Excellence divine.
Sun of my Soul! do thou appear,
Thy Presence will my Spirits chear.
Keep Thou, for-ever, in my Sight,
And bless my Morn, my Noon and Night.
The Sun, that only shines by Day,
Swiftly pursues his airy Way:
Yet as he flies from Clime to Clime,
Shadows each Hour, and measures Time.
Such a Director, please to be,
And point out all my Time to me.
Let all my Hours by Thee be blest,
And teach me how to spend them best.
Be Thou, my God, for ever nigh,
Let not a vacant Minute fly.
For if one Moment thou withdraw'st,
My poor benighted Soul is lost.
Be Thou, all Day, my constant Guide,
And then my Foot-steps shall not slide.
Govern my Passions and my Will,
And keep me, Lord, from all that's Ill.
And with new Lustre paints the Skies!
The gladded World his Beams surveys,
And bless his all-enliv'ning Rays.
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Shew me thy Excellence divine.
Sun of my Soul! do thou appear,
Thy Presence will my Spirits chear.
Keep Thou, for-ever, in my Sight,
And bless my Morn, my Noon and Night.
The Sun, that only shines by Day,
Swiftly pursues his airy Way:
Yet as he flies from Clime to Clime,
Shadows each Hour, and measures Time.
Such a Director, please to be,
And point out all my Time to me.
Let all my Hours by Thee be blest,
And teach me how to spend them best.
Be Thou, my God, for ever nigh,
Let not a vacant Minute fly.
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My poor benighted Soul is lost.
Be Thou, all Day, my constant Guide,
And then my Foot-steps shall not slide.
Govern my Passions and my Will,
And keep me, Lord, from all that's Ill.
In this low World the Night to Day
Succeeds, and bears alternate Sway.
But there's a World, I hope to gain,
Where high immortal Pleasures reign:
Where the dull Shades of gloomy Night,
Can never overcast its Light:
From Thee, incessantly it streams
In strong and everlasting Beams.
Oh! bring me to that blest Abode,
Where stands thy Throne, my King and God;
That I with Angels may adore,
Thy Deity for evermore.
Succeeds, and bears alternate Sway.
But there's a World, I hope to gain,
Where high immortal Pleasures reign:
Where the dull Shades of gloomy Night,
Can never overcast its Light:
From Thee, incessantly it streams
In strong and everlasting Beams.
Oh! bring me to that blest Abode,
Where stands thy Throne, my King and God;
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Thy Deity for evermore.
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