7 Through the wild sea Thou leddest Thy chosen flock of yore; Still on the wave thou treadest, And Thy redeemed pass o'er. 549. 6 & 5s. M. Montgomery. I Will Extol Thee, O Lord! 1 Yea, I will extol Thee, Lord of Life and light! For Thine arm upheld me, Turned my foes to flight. 2 I implored Thy succor, Thou wast swift to save, To heal my wounded spirit, And bring me from the grave. 3 Grief may, like the pilgrim, Through the night sojourn, Yet shall joy, to-morrow, With the sun return. 4 Thou hast turned my mourning Into minstrelsy; Girded me with gladness, Set from thraldom free. 5 Thee my ransomed powers Henceforth shall adore; Thee, my great Deliverer, Bless forevermore! 550. S. M. Breviary. Morning Hymn. 1 Behold, night's shadows fade, And morn is in the skies! To Him by whom all things were made Our aspirations rise. 2 To break this deathly trance Help us, our God, our stay! Give the freed spirit utterance, Its languors charm away! 3 So sin shall cease to reign, So safety shall be nigh; Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chains Of death, in victory! 551. C. M. Anonymous. Morning Hymn. 1 Be Thou, O God, by night, by day, My guard, my guide from sin, My life, my trust, my light divine, To keep me pure within. 2 Pure as the air, when day's first light A cloudless sky illumes, And active as the lark that soars Till heaven shines round its plumes. 3 So may my soul, upon the wings Of faith, unwearied rise, Till at the gate of heaven it sings, 'Midst light from Paradise. 552. 12 & 11s. M. Anonymous. Vesper Hymn. 1 The daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean, The sun has gone down o'er the slumbering sea; And now, in the hush of life's fitful commotion, We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to thee. 2 For oft would'st thou wander alone on the mountain, As eventide spread her dark wing o'er the wave; Now, filling our souls from thy light's ceaseless fountain; Be near in the darkness, to bless and to save. 3 And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow Shall toss our frail bark driving wild o'er night's deep, Let thy guarding wing be stretched over our pillow, And shield us from evil, though death watch our sleep. 553. 10 & 4s. M. Anonymous. Vespers.