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In the morning, etc.
Psalm 5:3.
To thee let my first offerings rise,
Whose sun creates the day;
Swift as his gladdening influence flies,
And spotless as his ray.
2 This day thy favoring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchsafed before:
Still may it lead, protect, supply,
And I that hand adore.
3 If bliss thy providence impart,
For which, resigned, I pray;
Give me to feel the grateful heart,
And thus thy love repay.
4 Afflictions should thy love intend,
As vice or folly’s cure,
Patient to gain that glorious end,
May I the means endure!
5 Be this and every future day
Still wiser than the past,
And when I all my life survey,
May grace sustain at last.