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By influence of the Light Divine,
Let thy own light to others shine ;
Reflect all Heav'n's propitious rays,
In ardent love, and cheerful praise.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praise to the Eternal King !
I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir !
May your devotion me inspire,
That I, like you, my age may spend ;

you, may on my God attend !
May I, like you, in God delight;
Have, all day long, my God in sight;
Perform, like you, my Maker's will;
Oh, may I never more do ill!
Had I your wings, to heav'n I'd fly;
But God shall that defect supply,

my soul, wing'd with warm desire,
Shall all day long to heav'n aspire.
All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me, whilst I slept !
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake!
I would not wake, nor rise again,
Ev’n heav'n itself I would disdain,
Wert Thou not there, to be enjoy’d,
And I in hymns to be employ'd.

Heav'n is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art :
O never, then, from me depart!
For, to my soul, 'tis hell to be,
But for one moment, void of Thee.

Lord! I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins, as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill!
Direct, controul, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite!
Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


All praise to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thy own Almighty wings!
Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done ;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be!

Teach me to live, that I may

dread The grave as little as my bed ; To die, that this vile body may Rise glorious at the awful day! O may my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids closeSleep, that may me more vig'rous make, To serve my God, when I awake! When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No pow'rs of darkness me molest! Dull sleep-of sense me to deprive! I am but half my time alive! Thy faithful lovers, Lord, are griev'd To be so long of thee bereav'd. But though sleep o'er my frailty reigns, Let it not hold me long in chains; And now and then let loose my heart, Till it an hallelujah dart ! The faster sleep the senses binds, The more unfetter'd are our minds; o may my soul, from matter free, Thy loveliness unclouded see! O when shall I, in endless day, For ever chase dark sleep away, And hymns, with the supernal choir, Incessant sing, and never tire ?

May my blest guardian, while I sleep,
Close to my bed his vigils keep;
Divine love into me instil;
Stop all the avenues of ill;
Celestial joys to me rehearse,
And, thought to thought, with me converse;
Or, in my stead, all the night long,
Sing to my God a grateful song!
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


My God, now I from sleep awake,
The sole possession of me take;
From midnight-terrors me secure,
And guard my heart from thoughts impure!
Bless'd angels, while we silent lie,
You hallelujahs sing on high;
You joyful hymn the Ever-blest,
Before the throne, and never rest.
I with your choir celestial join,
In off’ring up a hymn divine;
With you in heav'n I hope to dwell,
And bid the night and world farewell.

My soul, when I shake off this dust,
Lord, in thy arms I will entrust;
O make me thy peculiar care,
Some mansion for


soul prepare! Give me a place at thy saints' feet, Or some falln angeľs vacant seat! I'll strive to sing as loud as they Who sit above in brighter day. O may I always ready stand With my lamp burning in my hand! May I in sight of heav'n rejoice, Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice! All praise to Thee, in light array'd, Who light thy dwelling-place hast made! A boundless ocean of bright beams From thy All-glorious Godhead streams. The sun, in its meridian height, Is very darkness in thy sight; My soul O lighten, and inflame, With thought and love of thy Great Name ! Bless'd Jesu, thou, on heav'n intent, Whole nights hast in devotion spent; But I, frail creature, soon am tir’d, And all my zeal is soon expir'd! My soul, how canst thou weary grow Of antedating bliss below, In sacred hymns, and heavenly love, Which will eternal be above!

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