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I will sing of thy mercy in the morning.
Psalm 59:16.
The morning light returns,
The sun begins to shine;
Now let our souls in haste arise,
To run the race divine.
2 We praise the Father’s love,
Who kept us through the night;
O may his kindness be our song,
His pleasure our delight.
3 While passing through this day,
Lord, we implore thy care,
To guide us on the heavenly way,
And guard from every snare.
4 And when our life shall close,
O may it be in peace;
May we lie down in sweet repose,
And wake in endless bliss.
A. S. Hayden.