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CANONBURY. L. M.

Arr. fr. SCHUMANN.

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew:

Scatter my sins as morning dew;

3 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine:

Let Zion in her courts proclaim
The sound and honor of thy name.

4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds:
Vast and unsearchable thy ways;
Vast and immortal be thy praise.

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Each day's Duties.

Isaac Watts.

NEW every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove;

Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.

2 New mercies, each returning day,

And with thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,

All I design, or do or say;

That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

Thomas Ken.

My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days:
Thy grace employ my humble tongue
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.

New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven,

3 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.

4 The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we need to ask,
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.

5 Only, O Lord! in thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.

John Keble.

WINCHESTER, OLD. C. M.

GEO. KIRBYE.

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Christ's Presence sought.

AGAIN our earthly cares we leave,
And to thy courts repair;

Again with joyful feet we come

To meet our Saviour here.

2 Great Shepherd of thy people, hear!
Thy presence now display;

We bow within thy house of prayer;
Oh! give us hearts to pray.

3 The clouds which vail thee from our sight, In pity, Lord, remove:

Dispose our minds to hear aright

The message of thy love.

4 The feeling heart, the melting eye,
The humble mind bestow;
And shine upon us from on high,
To make our graces grow.'

5 Show us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.

ST. AGNES. C. M.

John Newton.

NOW THAT the sun is gleaming bright,
Implore we, bending low,
That he, the uncreated Light,

May guide us as we go.

2 No sinful word, nor deed of wrong,
Nor thoughts that idly rove;
But simple truth be on our tongue,
And in our hearts be love.

3 And while the hours in order flow,
O Christ, securely fence

Our gates, beleaguered by the foe,
The gate of every sense.

4 And grant that to thine honor, Lord, Our daily toil may tend;

That we begin it at thy word,

And in thy favor end.

5 Now to our God, the Father, Son, And Holy Spirit, sing:

With praise to God, the Three in One, Let all creation ring.

J. H. Newman.

J. B. DYKES.

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Psalm 63.

EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,

Without thy cheering grace.

2 I've seen thy glory and thy power Through all thy temples shine; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine.

3 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move,

Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love.

4 Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.

Isaac Watts.