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4. On the lone mountain side,
Before the morning's light,
And rose refreshed with might.
Are very weak and frail ;
C. H. Spurgeon.
A Morning Song.
1. O Lord of life, Thy quickening voice
Awakes my morning song ;
That I to Thee belong.
Earth is Thy uttered word ;
Thy presence is, my Lord.
And turn my face to Thee;
To worship fervently.
Still rising from the dead ;
Give me my daily bread.
My heart alive to keep
The Day's Beginning.
He is thy rising sun;
His the fresh day begun.
Join the glad woods and hills;
Join the bright flowers and rills !
Arise, dull heart, and pray ;
Brush slothfulness away!
Do battle with each sin ;
The faithless heart within !
Thither thy pathway lies ;
Thy children live by daily food;
“ Give us this day our daily bread !”
Suns glow, rains fall, by power divine ;
3. What large provision Thou hast made !
As large as is Thy children's need :
Wide as the want of daily bread.
May grateful hearts Thy gifts receive;
Samuel Longfellow. 719.
Already half his race hath run;
But our immortal spirits may.
If we have faltered or transgressed,
What yet remains of this day's course.
Our upward and our downward way;
720. Morning, Noon, Evening.
And man awakes to toil and mirth ;
Dear God, walk with me through the day.
As in Thy love it lies enfurled ;
3. Now noon sits throned, her golden urn
Pours forth the sunshine ! Laugh and burn
Lord of my life, pour love on me.
The labour of the world is still ;
Father of Home, abide with me.
Hidden by day, fulfil the night !
Of Truth and Power, flow over me.
Outwearied earth and man to aid ;
Stopford A. Brooke. 721. Morning Prayer.
Thy aid impart to me,
Acceptable to Thee.
And as the moments fly
Something of evil die.
With shining victory meet,
Find overthrow complete.
The hours shall carry me
Frances A. Percy.
O GOD! I thank Thee for each sight
Of beauty that Thy hand doth give,--
O God, I thank Thee that I live !
And ever, as the day is born,
And thank Thee for another morn.
Some silent deed of love abroad,
May do some earnest work for God.
To tax anew my growing strength ;
Caroline A. Mason.
O LORD, our God, o Light of light,
Who art Thyself the day,
Be with us while we pray.
Lord, with Thy touch divine,
The rest that is not Thine.
Each hidden stain lies bare :
But pray that Thou wouldst spare.