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A Morning Hymn.
Awake my heart! awake my song!
To whom thy waking hours belong:
Thy kind preserver thro' the night,
Now meek restores the morning light.
To whom thy waking hours belong:
Thy kind preserver thro' the night,
Now meek restores the morning light.
He watch'd thy hours of thoughtless rest,
And plac'd a shield as on thy breast;
Angelic guards that stood between:
Thy danger and its guard unseen.
And plac'd a shield as on thy breast;
Angelic guards that stood between:
Thy danger and its guard unseen.
O may he keep me thro' the day,
In all I think, transact or say;
And when my day's employ is o'er,
Then keep me as he kept before.
In all I think, transact or say;
And when my day's employ is o'er,
Then keep me as he kept before.
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