935. L. M. Keble. Morning Hymn. 1 Oh! timely happy, timely wise. Hearts that with rising morn arise! Eyes that the beam celestial view, Which evermore makes all things new! 2 New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. 3 New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 4 If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. 5 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see; Some softening gleams of love and prayer, Shall dawn on every cross and care. 936. L. M. Bishop Kenn. Morning Resolutions. 1 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 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to th' eternal King. 3 In conversation be sincere; Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear; Think how the all-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins like morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will And with thyself my spirit fill. 5 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. 937. C. M. Montgomery. Acknowledging God's Hand. Morning. 1 What secret hand, at morning light, Softly unseals mine eye, Draws back the curtain of the night, And opens earth and sky; 2 'Tis thine, my God,--the same that kept My resting hours from harm; No ill came nigh me, for I slept Beneath th' Almighty's arm. 3 'Tis thine, my daily bread that brings, Like manna scattered round, And clothes me, as the lily springs In beauty from the ground. 4 In death's dark valley though I stray 'Twould there my steps attend, Guide with the staff my lonely way, And with the rod defend. 5 May that sure hand uphold me still Through life's uncertain race, To bring me to thy holy hill, And to thy dwelling-place. 938. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll. Morning Hymn. 1 Now, the shades of night are gone; Now the morning light comes on; Lord, may we be thine to-day, Drive the shades of sin away. 2 Fill our souls with heavenly light, Banish doubt, and clear our sight; In thy service, Lord, to-day, May we stand, and watch and pray.