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Morning Hymn.

O send out Thy Light and Thy Truth, that they may lead me.

Ps. xliii. 3.

Paul Gerhard. 1606-1676.

Frances E. Cox. Tr. 1864

Sunbeams all golden,

Gladly beholden,

Nature’s face brightening,

Man’s sorrow lightening,

Pierce through the twilight with heart-cheering ray:

Head and limbs slumbered,

By dark night encumbered;

Now blithe and cheerly

They waken up early,

Eager to hail the first dawning of day.

In contemplation

Of God’s Creation,

How my Soul burneth,

While it discerneth

Proofs of His Wisdom, and Goodness, and Might:

Thus would He teach us

The Joy that will reach us,

When to that Heaven

An entrance is given,

Where is no need of the sun to give light.

Let us consenting,

Heart’s gladness venting,

Tunefully singing,

Gifts freely bringing,

Render due praise to the God of all Love:

Meek adoration

Is our best oblation;

Fervent thanksgiving,

And sanctified living,

Form the sweet Incense that He will approve.

Evening and morning,

Sunset and dawning,

Blessings increasing,

Burdens releasing,

Near us He tarries, all evil to chase:

While we are sleeping

His Watch He is keeping;

When we awaken,

His Goodness, unshaken,

Showers down riches of Mercy and Grace.

Earthly things alter,

God cannot falter;

Wisely ordaining,

Firmly sustaining,

His Will and Purpose are steadfast and sure:

Tried with temptation,

He brings us Salvation;

Sorrow and sadness

He turns into Gladness;

His Loving Mercies for ever endure.

King of Creation!

Lord of Salvation!

Hear my confessions,

Blot my transgressions

Out of the Book where they chronicled stand:

Gladly confiding,

I trust to Thy guiding;

Humbly submitting,

As Thou seèst fitting,

All things I take from Thy merciful Hand.

Griefs, though heart-rending,

All have their ending;

Strong winds may bluster,

Dark clouds may muster,

Through them the sun will break forth at the last:

So, when I languish

In sorrow and anguish,

Hoping for pardon,

I think of that Garden,

Waiting the just when life’s storms are all past.

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