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Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. Redeem thy mis-spent moments past, And live this day as if thy last; Thy talents to improve take care; For the great day thyself prepare. Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noon-day clear ; For God's all seeing eye surveys Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways. Glory to God, who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd me, while I slept ! Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill.
Direct, control, suggest, this day,
For all the blessings of the light!
dread The grave as little as my bed : Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day. O may my soul on thee repose; And may sweet sleep my eyelids close; Sleep, that may me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply: Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers
of darkness me molest.
O when shall I, in endless day,
Y God, now I from sleep awake,
The sole possession of me take : From midnight terrors me secure, And guard my heart from thoughts impure. O may I always ready stand, With my lamp burning in my hand : May I in sight of heaven rejoice, Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice. All praise to thee, in light array'd, Who light thy dwelling-place hast made; A boundless ocean of bright beams From thy all-glorious Godhead streams. Blest Jesus, thou, on heaven intent, Whole nights hast in devotion spent: But I, frail creature, soon am tired, And all my zeal is soon expired. Shine on me, Lord, new life impart; Fresh ardours kindle in my heart. One ray of thine all-quick’ning light Dispels the sloth and clouds of night. Lord, lest the tempter me surprise, Watch over thine own sacrifice: All loose, all idle thoughts cast out, And make my very dreams devout.
NOTHER six days' work is done; Return, my soul, enjoy the rest; Improve the day thy God hath blest. Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of heaven, And gives this day the food of seven. O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none but he that feels it knows. This heavenly calm within the breast Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the Church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away. How blest a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end !
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TELCOME, sacred day of rest!
Day above all days the best,