"Rise heart: thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise

without delayes

Who takes thee by the hand that thou likewise with him mayst rise”

George Herbert

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Morning

MORNING HYMN L. M.

François H. Barthélémon, c. 1780

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I A-wake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run: Shake

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off dull sloth, and joy-ful rise To pay thy morn-ing sac - ri - fice.

A-men.

Part I
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Redeem thy mis-spent time that's past,
Live this day as if 'twere thy last;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great Day thyself prepare.

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In all thy converse be sincere,

Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how all-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
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By influence of the light Divine

Let thy own light in good works shine;
Reflect all heaven's propitious rays
In ardent love and cheerful praise.

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Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.

Part II
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Glory to thee, who safe hast kept
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept;

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,

I may of endless light partake.

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Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er thou art,

O never then from me depart,

For to my soul 'tis hell to be

But for one moment without thee.

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Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew,
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.

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Direct, control, suggest, this day
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below,
Praise him above, ye heavenly host,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

MORNING 78. 61.

W. H. Monk, 1823-1889

I Christ, whose glo - ry

fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light,

Day-spring from on high, be near; Day- star, in my heart ap- pear.

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Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,

Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,

Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

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Visit then this soul of mine;

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief,

Fill me, Radiancy Divine;

Scatter all my unbelief;

More and more thyself display,

Shining to the perfect day.

Charles Wesley, 1740

A-men.

ST. PETER C. M.

Alexander K. Reinagle, 1826

I O God, be-fore thy sun's bright beams All night's dark shadows fly;

on the soul thy mer-cy gleams, And doubts and ter-rors die.

So

A-men.