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3 When sleep, death's semblance, o'er me spread,
And I unconscious lay,
To guard my feeble clay.
My waking hours attend; From every danger, every snare,
My heedless steps defend. 5 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days; And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.
75. M. EPISCOPAL COL.
Now the morning light is come;
Drive the shades of sin away.
Banish doubt and clear our sight;
May we stand, and watch and pray.
Save us from our foes around;
Keep us safe from every sin.
O receive us then at last;
44. C. M. GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE.
My waking thoughts attend;
In thee my wishes end.
Thy boundless love surveys;
A sacrifice of praise. 3 God leads me through the maze of sleep,
And brings me safe to light;
Conducts my steps till night. 4 When evening slumbers press my eyes,
With his protection blest,
My wearied limbs to rest.
Fears no approaching ill;
Thou, Lord, art with me still.
C. M. MONTGOMERY.
Softly unseals mine eye,
And opens earth and sky?
2 'Tis thine, my God—the same that kept
My resting hours from harm;
Beneath the Almighty's arm.
Like manna scattered round,
In beauty from the ground.
'T would there my steps attend, Guide with the staff my lonely way,
And with the rod defend.
Through life's uncertain race,
And to thy dwelling-place.
46. L. M. 61. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
Morning or Evening.
Will bring its trials or its cares,
2 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
3 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done-
47. 7s. M. BOWRING.
AU from God. Morning or Evening. 1 Father ! thy paternal care
Has my guardian been, my guide!
Beaming from futurity.
Every moon that shines serene;
And its fairest,--all are thine.
Daily to thy gracious throne:
48. L. M.
WATTS. Watchfulness and Brotherly Reproof. Morning or Evening.
Like morning incense in thy house ;
Sweet as the evening sacrifice. 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From every rash and heedless word;
The guilty path where sinners lead. 30 may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite and reprove my wandering way!
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. 4 When I behold them pressed with grief,
I'll cry to Heaven for their relief;
L. M. WATTS.
Morning or Evening Song.
Thy gifts are every evening new;
Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ;