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Franz Josef Haydn

1. When, streaming from the east-ern skies, The morning light sa-lutes mine eyes,

O Sun of Right-eous-ness di- vine, On me

with beams of mer

cy shine,

Chase the dark clouds of guilt a way, And turn my dark-ness in- to day. A-MEN.

2 As every day, Thy mercy spares,
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be Thou my counselor and friend;
Teach me Thy precepts all divine,
And be Thy great example mine.

3

When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,

With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And as each morning's sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.

4 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Jesus, Thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
Then from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see Thy face and sing Thy praise.

William Shrubsole, 1813

1. New ev'ry morn-ing is the love Our wakening and up-ris-ing prove;

Thro' sleep and darkness safe-ly brought, Restor'd to life, and pow'r, and tho't. A-MEN.

4 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, And help us, this and every day,

Thee, on-ly Thee, re-solved to know In all I think, or speak, or do. A-MEN.

1. Come, my soul, thou must be waking, Now is break-ing O'er the

sun's red ban-ner, swift - ly flee; Now, when the ter - rors of the dark are

2 To Thee, whose word, the fount of life unsealing,
When hill and dale in thickest darkness lay,
Awoke bright rays across the dim earth stealing,

And bade the eve and morn complete the day.

3 Look from the tower of heaven, and send to cheer us
Thy light and truth to guide us onward still;
Still let Thy mercy, as of old, be near us,
And lead us safely to Thy holy hill.

4 So when that morn of endless light is waking,
And shades of evil from its splendors flee,

Safe may we rise, the earth's dark breast forsaking,
Through all the long bright day to dwell with Thee.

St. Gregory the Great. Translator unknown

Edwin Moss

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1. Still, still with Thee, when pur - ple morn- ing break - eth, When the bird

lovelier than the day-light, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee! A-MEN.

2 Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows,
The solemn hush of nature newly born;

Alone with Thee, in breathless adoration,

In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.

3 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer;
Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'ershading,
But sweeter still, to wake and find Thee there.

4 So shall it be at last, in that bright morning,
When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee;
O in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,
Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee.

Harriet Beecher Stowe, 1855