Lo! how all of breath partaking, Gladly waking, Hail the sun's enlivening light! Plants, whose life mere sap doth nourish, Rise and flourish, When he breaks the shades of night. Thou too hail the light returning,-- Ready burning Be the incense of thy powers;-- For the night is safely ended: God hath tended With His care thy helpless hours. Pray that He may prosper ever Each endeavour When thine aim is good and true; But that He may ever thwart thee, And convert thee, When thou evil wouldst pursue. Think that He thy ways beholdeth-- He unfoldeth Every fault that lurks within; Every stain of shame gloss'd over Can discover, And discern each deed of sin. Fetter'd to the fleeting hours, All our powers, Vain and brief, are borne away; Time, my soul, thy ship is steering, Onward veering, To the gulph of death a prey. May'st thou then on life's last morrow, Free from sorrow, Pass away in slumber sweet; And released from death's dark sadness, Rise in gladness, That far brighter Sun to greet. Only God's free gifts abuse not, His light refuse not, But still His Spirit's voice obey; Soon shall joy thy brow be wreathing, Splendour breathing Fairer than the fairest day. If aught of care this morn oppress thee, To Him address thee, Who, like the sun, is good to all: He gilds the mountain tops, the while His gracious smile Will on the humblest valley fall. Round the gifts His bounty show'rs, Walls and tow'rs Girt with flames thy God shall rear: Angel legions to defend thee Shall attend thee, Hosts whom Satan's self shall fear. * * * * * NOTE C. P. 122.