36. S. M. Watts. Excellence of God's Word. Morning. Ps. 19. 1 BEHOLD, the morning sun

Begins his glorious way! His beams through all the nations run,

And life and light convey. 2 But where the gospel comes,

It spreads-diviner light; It calls dead sinners from their tombs,

And gives the blind their sight. 3 How perfect is thy word !

And all thy judgments just ! Forever sure thy promise, Lord,

And men securely trust. 4 My gracious God, how plain

Are thy directions given ! 0

may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven.

5 I hear thy word with love,

And I would sain obey;
Send thy good Spirit from above,

To guide me, lest I stray.
6 While with my heart and tongue

I spread thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song,

My Saviour and my God.

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37. C. M. SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

Goodness of God. Morning. Ps. 147. 1 DELIGHTFUL is the task to sing,

On each returning day,
The praises of our heavenly King,

And grateful homage pay. 2 The countless worlds, which, bathed in light,

Through fields of azure move,
Proclaim his wisdom and his might,

But O, how great his love!
3 He deigns each broken, contrite heart

With tender care to bind;
And comfort, hope and grace impart

To heal the wounded mind.

4 All creatures, with instinctive cry,

From God implore their food; His bounty grants a rich supply,

And fills the earth with good. 5 Delightful is the task, O Lord !

With each returning day,
Thy countless mercies to record,

And grateful homage pay.

38. C. M. WATTS.

Seeking God. Morning. Ps. 63.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay,

I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,

Without thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,

Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,

And they must drink or die. 3 Not life itself, with all its joys,

Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,

As thy forgiving love.
4 Thus till my last expiring day,

I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,

And tune my lips to sing.

39. L. M. WATTS.

Morning Hymn.
1 God of the morning, at whose voice

The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice

To run his journey through the skies : 2 Oh, like the sun may I fulfil

The appointed duties of the day;
With ready mind and active will

March on, and keep my heavenly way. 3 Lord, thy commands are clean and

pure, Enlightning our beclouded eyes; Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure;

Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 4 Give me thy counsel for my guide,

And then receive me to thy bliss;
All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold, compared with this.

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L. M.

HAWKESWORTA.

Morning Hymn.
1 In sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I safely passed the silent night:
Again I see the breaking shade,

I drink again the morning light.
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour;

Once more, with awe, rejoice to be;
My conscious soul resumes her power,

And springs, my guardian God! to thee. 3 O guide me through the various maze

My doubtful feet are doomed to tread; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze

Where dangers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,

A deeper sleep my eyes oppress;
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,

Thy goodness still delight to bless.
5 That deeper shade shall break away,

That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes :
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the rapture of the skies.

41. C. M. WATTS.

Morning Psalm. Ps. 5.
1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,

To thee lift up mine eye.

2 Thou art a God, before whose sight

The wicked shall not stand :
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

Nor dwell at thy right hand.

3 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,

And worship in thy fear.

4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight

And plain before my face. .

5 The men who love and fear thy name,

Shall see their hopes fulfilled;
The mighty God will compass them

With favor as a shield.

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C. M.

MRS. STEELE.

Morning Hymn. 1 Lord of my life! ( may thy praise

Employ my noblest powers, Whose goodness lengthens out my days,

And fills the circling hours !

2 Preserved by thy almighty arm,

I pass the shades of night, Serene, and safe from every harm,

And see returning light.