Teach me in health each good to prize,
I, dying, shall esteem ;

And every pleasure to despise,
I then shall worthless deem.

Star of Morn and Even.

F. T. PALGRAVE.

TAR of morn and even,

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Sun of Heaven's heaven;
Saviour high and dear,
Toward us turn Thine ear;
Through whate'er may come,
Thou canst lead us home.

Though the gloom be grievous,
Those we leant on leave us,
Though the coward heart
Quit its proper part,

Though the Tempter come,
Thou wilt lead us home.

Saviour pure and holy,
Lover of the lowly,

Sign us with Thy sign,
Take our hands in Thine,
Take our hands and come,
Lead Thy children home.

Star of morn and even,
Shine on us from heaven,
From Thy glory-throne

Hear Thy very own!
Lord and Saviour, come,

Lead us to our home!

Morning Light.

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Morn.

REV. CHARLES WESLEY.

"HRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night! Day-spring from on high be near, Day-star in my heart appear.

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.

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!

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Morning Light.

FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE.

ORD God of morning and of night,

We thank Thee for Thy gift of light;

As in the dawn the shadows fly,

We seem to find Thee now more nigh.

Fresh hopes have waken'd in our hearts,
Fresh energy to do our parts;

Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore,
A thousandfold to serve Thee more.

Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue,
Oft what we would we cannot do ;
The sun may stand in zenith skies,
But on the soul thick midnight lies.

O Lord of lights! 'tis Thou alone

Canst make our darken'd hearts Thine own: Though this new day with joy we see,

O Dawn of God! we cry for Thee!

Praise God, our Maker and our Friend! Praise Him through time, till time shall end! Till psalm and song His Name adore Through Heaven's great day of Evermore !

Dn Going to Labour.

REV. CHARLES WESLEY.

'ORTH in Thy Name, O Lord, I go,

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My daily labour to pursue,

Thee, only Thee, resolved to know,
In all I think, or speak, or do.

The task Thy wisdom hath assign'd
Oh, let me cheerfully fulfil;
In all my works Thy presence find,
And prove Thine acceptable will.

The Morning Hymn.

Preserve me from my calling's snare,
And hide my simple heart above,
Above the thorns of choking care,

The gilded baits of worldly love.

Thee may I set at my right hand,

Whose eyes mine inmost substance see, And labour on at Thy command,

And offer all my works to Theę.

Give me to bear Thy easy yoke,

And every moment watch and pray; And still to things eternal look,

And hasten to Thy glorious day.

For Thee delightfully employ

Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given,

And run my course with even joy,

And closely walk with Thee to Heaven.

The Morning Hymn.

BISHOP THOMAS KEN.

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay Thy morning sacrifice.

Thy precious time mis-spent redeem;
Each present day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

In conversation be sincere ;

Keep conscience as the noontide 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 to others shine;
Reflect all Heaven's propitious rays,
In ardent love and cheerful praise.

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.

Awake! Awake! Ye heavenly choir,
May your devotion me inspire,
That I, like you, my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend!

May I, like you, in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight,
Perform like you my Maker's will!
Oh, may I never more do ill!

Had I your wings, to heaven I'd fly;
But God shall that defect supply;
And my soul, wing'd with warm desire,
Shall all day long to Heaven aspire.

All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept !
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake!

I would not wake, nor rise again,
Even Heaven itself I would disdain,
Wert Thou not there to be enjoy'd,
And I in hymns to be employ'd!

Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art; Oh, never then from me depart !