2. O may I daily, hourly, strive In heavenly grace to grow; To Thee and to Thy glory live, Dead else to all below; Tread in the path my Savior trod, Though thorny, yet the path to God! 3. With prayer my humble praise I bring For mercies day by day. Lord, teach my heart Thy love to sing; Lord, teach me how to pray! All that I have, I am, to Thee I offer through eternity. “Ω Chelsea,” 1838. MORNING. 19 L. M. 6 l When streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes my eyes, O Sun of righteousness divine, On me with beams of mercy shine, Chase the dark clouds of sin away, And turn my darkness into day. 2. When to heaven’s great and glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring, And, grieving o’er my guilt and shame, Ask mercy, Savior, in Thy name, My conscience sprinkle with Thy blood And be my advocate with God. 3. When each day’s scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy, richly blest, Guard me, my Savior, while I rest; And as each morning’s sun shall rise, O lead me onward to the skies. 4. And at my life’s last setting sun, My conflict o’er, my labors done, Jesus, Thy heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed; And from death’s gloom my spirit raise To see Thy face and sing Thy praise. Wm. Shrubsole, 1813, a. 20 L. M. O holy, blessed Trinity, Divine, essential Unity, God Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Be Thou this day my Guide and Host. 2. My soul and body keep from harm, O’er all I have extend Thine arm, That Satan may not cause distress, Nor bring me shame and wretchedness. 3. The Father’s love shield me this day, The Son’s pure wisdom cheer my way, The Holy Spirit’s light divine Illume my heart’s benighted shrine. 4. My Maker, strengthen Thou my heart, O my Redeemer, help impart, Blest Comforter, keep at my side That faith and love in me abide. 5. Lord, bless and keep Thou me as Thine! Lord, make Thy face upon me shine! Lord, lift Thy countenance on me And give me peace, sweet peace, from Thee. Martin Behm, 1608; C. H. L. Schuette, tr., a. 21 7, 6 While yet the morn is breaking, I thank my God once more, Beneath whose care awaking, I find the night is o’er; I thank Him that He calls me To life and health anew; I know whate’er befalls me, His care will still be true.