4. As the morning light returns, As the sun with splendor burns, Teach us still to turn to Thee, Ever-blessed Trinity, With our hands our hearts to raise In unfailing prayer and praise. G. Phillimore, 1863. 29 L. M. 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. 2. All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept And hast refreshed me while I slept. Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. 3. Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew, Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. 4. 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. 5. 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! Thomas Ken, 1695. EVENING. 30 C. M. Since now the day has reached its close And sunlight shines no more, In sleep the toil-worn find repose And all who wept before. 2. But Thou, my God, no rest dost know, No slumber dims Thy sight; Thou hatest darkness as Thy foe, For Thou Thyself art light. 3. O Lord, I pray, remember me Throughout the gloom of night And grant to me most graciously The shield of Thy great might. 4. Turn from me Satan’s tyranny Through many an angel arm, Then shall I be from danger free And safe from every harm. 5. I know the evil I have done Doth cry aloud to Thee; But yet the mercy of Thy Son Hath full atoned for me. 6. Him I present Thee as my bail While suppliant at Thy feet; With such assurance I’ll not fail Before Thy judgment-seat. 7. And therefore now I close my eyes And sleep with tranquil breast; Why waste the time in fears or sighs? God watches o’er my rest. 8. Away, vain, idle thoughts, depart! Roam not, my soul, abroad! For now I build within my heart A temple to my God. 9. Should this night prove the last for me In this dark vale of tears, Then lead me, Lord, in heaven to Thee And my elect compeers. 10. And thus I live and die to Thee, Strong Lord of hosts, indeed! In life and death Thou helpest me From every fear and need. J. T. Herzog, before 1670. 31 8, 7