That all my powers, 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 angelic host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

MORNING SACRIFICE.

THE morning comes all fresh and bright,
After the peacefulness of night;

The new day breaks so calm and clear:
I kneel, O Lord! to bless Thee here.
Before I dare to use the day
Thou givest me, to Thee I pray.

Keep me this day, as Thou hast kept
My childish weakness while I slept;
Keep me from every thought of sin,
From harms without, and snares within;
Do Thou bring back my wandering mind,
Thou who gav'st sight unto the blind.

Lord, without Thee I go astray,
Forget to bless, forget to pray:
Forget that all to Thee I owe,
Yes, every blessing that I know;

Friends, parents, comforts, all are Thine,
Thy bounteous hand hath made them mine.

Guard Thou my thoughts, guide Thou my path,
Keep me from jealousy and wrath;
Let truth be in the words I speak,
Let me Thy heavenly wisdom seek,
Let innocence my sports attend,
And life with Thee begin and end.

A CHILD'S MORNING PRAYER.

ONCE more the light of day I see;
Lord, with it let me raise

My heart and voice in song to Thee
Of gratitude,and praise.

The "busy bee" ere this hath gone

O'er many a bud and bell;

From flower to flower is humming on,
To store its waxen cell.

Oh! may I like the bee still strive

Each moment to employ,

And store my mind, that richer hive,

With sweets that can not cloy.

The skylark from its lowly nest
Hath soared into the sky,
And by its joyous song expressed
Unconscious praise on high.

My feeble voice and faltering tone
No tuneful tribute bring;

But Thou canst in my heart make known
What bird can never sing.

Instruct me, then, to lift my heart

To Thee in praise and prayer;

And love and gratitude impart
For every good I share.

For all the gifts Thy bounty sends,
For which so many pine;

For food and clothing, home and friends,
Since all these boons are Thine.

Thus let me, Lord, confess the debt

I owe Thee day by day;

Nor e'er at night or morn forget,

To Thee, O God! to pray!

MORNING MERCIES.

NEW every morning is the love

Our wakening and up-rising prove,

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

New mercies each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray,

New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven,

Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,
As more of Heaven in each we see;
Some softening gleam of love and prayer
Shall dawn on every cross and care.

We need not bid for cloistered cell,
Our neighbor and our work farewell;
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high
For sinful man beneath the sky.

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

MORNING INVOCATION.

THROUGH Thy protecting care,
Kept till the dawning,
Taught to draw near in prayer,
Heed we the warning:

O Thou great One in Three!
Gladly our souls would be
Evermore praising Thee,
God of the morning!

God of our sleeping hours,
Watch o'er us waking;

All our imperfect powers
In Thy hands taking!
In us Thy work fulfill,
Be with Thy children still,
Those who obey Thy will
Never forsaking!

MORNING PRAYER.

O LORD! through Thy indulgent care, In peace I laid me down;

And now Thy soft, bright beams of love My waking moments crown.