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 tasks, old scenes will lovelier be,
As more of Heaven in each we see:
Some softening gleam of love and prayer
Shall dawn on every cross and care.
1 O God! we praise Thee, and confess
That Thou the only Lord,
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.
2 To Thee all angels cry aloud;
To Thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry:
3 O holy, holy, holy Lord!
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of Thy majestic sway.
4 The Apostles' glorious company,
And Prophets crowned with light,
With all the Martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.
5 The holy Church throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses Thee,
That Thou the eternal Father art,
Of boundless majesty.
10 Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in songs sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue.
2 Not now on Zion's height alone
Thy favoured worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son
Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well.
3 From every place below the skies
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,—
The incense of the heart,-may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
4 To Thee shall age, with snowy hair,
And strength, and beauty, bend the knee,
And childhood lisp, with reverent air,
Its praises and its prayers to Thee!
5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet bards was strung,
To Thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung
1 O God! who ready art to hear,
Readier than we to pray,
Answer our faintly breathed prayer,
And meet us in Thy way!
2 Speak with us, Lord! Thyself reveal,
While 'mid Thy works we move;
Speak to our hearts, and let them feel
The kindlings of Thy love.
3 With Thee communing, we forget
All time, and toil, and care:
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
If Thou, our God, art there.
4 Thou callest us to seek Thy face-
Grant us Thy face to seek,
T'attend the whispers of Thy grace,
And hear Thee inly speak!
1 O God! thou art my God alone; Early to Thee my soul shall cry; A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry. 2 Thee in the watches of the night When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light;
Thy guardian wings are round my head.
3 Better than life itself Thy love,
Dearer than all beside to me;
For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with Thee?
4 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all Thy mercy will I give;
My soul shall still in God rejoice;
My tongue shall bless Thee while I live.
1 O God of ages, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led!
2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before Thy throne of grace;
God of our fathers! be the God
Of each succeeding race.
3 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us this day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
4 O spread Thy covering wings around
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode
Our feet arrive in peace.
5 Now, with the humble voice of prayer Thy mercy we implore;
Then, with the grateful voice of praise
Thy goodness we 'll adore.
1 O God! beyond that boundless sea,
Above that dome of sky,
Further than thought itself can flee,
Thy dwelling is on high:
Yet dear the awful thought to me
That thou, my God! art nigh.
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