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A MORNING HYMN.

God of the morning! at whose voice

The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
· And, rob’d in splendour, doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies;

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Oh ! like the sun, may we fulfil
Th’ appointed duties of the day;
With ready mind, and active will,
March on, and keep our heav'nly way.

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LORD ! thy commands are right and pure,
Enlightning our beclouded eyes;
Thy threat'nings just, thy promise sure :
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.

IV Be thou, O GOD! our guide and strength Till we arrive at heav'nly bliss; All our desires and hopes beside, Are vanity, compar'd with this.

THE TRUE WAY TO FLEASE GOD.

Wherewith shall we approach thee, LORD!

And bow. before thy throne ? Or, how procure thy kind regard,

And for our guilt atone ?

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Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,

And spicy fumes ascend?
Will these, our earnest wish succeed,

And make our GOD our friend?

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Oh! no, great GOD! 'twere fruitless all,

Such off'rings are in vain :
No fatlings from the field or stall,
Thy favour can obtain.

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To men their rights we must allow,

And proofs of kindness give ;
To thee with humble rev'rence bow,
And to thy glory live.

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Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere,

Our God will ne'er despise ;: And cheerful duty will prefer

To costly sacrifice.

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If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breasts this jewel lies,

And they are fools who roam :-
The world has little to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,

Our bliss begins at home.

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To be resign'd, when ills betide,
Patient, when favours are deny’d,
. And pleas'd with favours givin :
This, gracious GOD ! is wisdom's part,
This is that incense of the heart,

Whose fragrance reaches heav'n.

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Thus thro'life's changing scenes we'll go,
Its chequer'd paths of joy and woe

With cautious steps we'll tread;
Quit its vain scenes without a tear,
Without a trouble or a fear,
And mingle with the dead :

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While conscience, like a faithful friend,
Shall through the gloomy vale attend,

And cheer our dying breath ;
Shall, when all other comforts cease,
Like a kind angel, whisper peace,

And smooth the bed of death.

OBEDIENCE IS BETTER THAN SACRIFICE.

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Thussaith the LORD, “The spacious fields,

« And flocks and herds are mine ; « O'er all the cattle of the hills

“ I claim a right divine.

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“ I ask no sheep for sacrifice,

« Nor bullocks burnt with fire ; “ To hope and love, to pray and praise,

“ Is all that I require.

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“Call upon me when trouble's near,

“My hand shall set thee free; “ Then shall thy grateful lips declare

«« The honour due to me.

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“ The man who offers humble praise,

“ He glorifies me best ; « And those who tread my holy ways 66

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INVITATIONS OF MERCY.

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Come! said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come and make my paths your choic :
I will guide you to your home ;
Weary pilgrim! hither come!

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Thou, who houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roam'd the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste !

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Ye who, tost on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ;
Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise :

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Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In strong remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care :
A wounded spirit who can bear?

Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for ev'ry wound ;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

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