2 For those who sing with saints below Shall sing, when songs on earth have ceased, Accept, O God, my hymn of praise THOU givest thy rest, O Lord; the din is stilled A sacred calm, with thy deep presence filled, O leave us not, through long and darkened hours, But pour thy day with all its radiant powers Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul, Of wrath and pride and care; Send thine own holy calm upon the soul, And bid it settle there. Banish this craving self, that still has sought Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought; Teach us to love thy creatures great and small Thou who hast freely given thy love to all, Anon. 3 4 Sunday Morning. THIS is the day of light: Let there be light to-day; O Day-spring, rise upon our night, This is the day of rest : Our failing strength renew; This is the day of peace: Thy peace our spirits fill; This is the day of prayer: Let earth to heaven draw near; This is the first of days: Send forth thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, S.M. J. Ellerton. Sunday Morning. LORD, in this sacred hour Within thy courts we bend, And bless thy love, and own thy power, Our Father and our Friend. But Thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod, Nor only is the day thine own When man draws near to God. S.M. Thy temple is the arch Thy sabbath, the stupendous march Lord, may that holier day And purer worship may we pay S. G. Bulfinch. 5 Morning. 10.10.10.10.6. For the dear love that kept us through the night, For the fresh life that through our being flows Day uttereth speech to-day, and night to night Thou know'st our needs, thy fulness will supply; 6 7 Morning. LORD God of morning and of night, We seem to find Thee now more nigh. Fresh hopes have wakened in the heart, Yet whilst thy will we would pursue, L.M. O Lord of lights, 'tis Thou alone Praise God, our Maker and our Friend; Morning. O TIMELY happy, timely wise, F. T. Palgrave. Hearts that with rising morn arise, Eyes that the beam celestial view Which evermore makes all things new. New every morning is the love L.M. Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 8 New mercies, each returning day, If on our daily course our mind New treasures still, of countless price, Old friends, old scenes will lovelier be, The trivial round, the common task, Only, O Lord, in thy dear love Morning. I WAKE this morn, and all my life The future, with sweet promise rife, J. Keble. C.M. New words to speak, new thoughts to hear, New love to give and take; Perchance new burdens I may bear To-day, for love's sweet sake. |