V

Therefore to Thee my praise I'll give,
And joyful offerings while I live
My grateful soul shall bring;
For Thou my foes hast beaten down,
With victory Thou my head dost crown,
And tun'st my heart to sing.

Morning

I

From the hills the light is streaming,
Hail, the gladsome morn!
Earth with busy life is teeming,
For the day is born.

II

Dawn, Thou Light of lights, undying
On a fairer day,
All creation beautifying
With Thy glorious ray.

III

Weary eyes the hills are scanning
For the early gleam;
Souls, Thy long delay unmanning,
Sleep, and idly dream.

IV

Ah, my soul, be up and doing,
Life will soon be done,
Night, the day is close pursuing
To the setting sun.

V

And the day of God shall waken
To the soul with fear,
If, the call of life forsaken,
We are slumbering here.

VI

From the hills the light is streaming,
Hail the gladsome morn!
And the light of God is beaming,--
This, His day, is born.

Evening

I

The day declines to night,
The shadows lengthening fall,
And see, the deepening purple light
Throws on the hills its pall;--
Lord, be our Light when suns decline,
And in our souls unclouded shine.

II

Still is the eventide,--
Calm is the soft repose,
When earthly toil is laid aside,
And eyelids drooping, close;
Lord, let Thy peace my soul possess,
In everlasting restfulness.

III

Night of my life draws near;
Lord, when the light departs,
Be all to me that Thou hast been
To other trusting hearts,
And in the calm that night bestows,
Let me in peace with Thee repose.

IV

The night gives place to morn,
The gloom shall pass away,
And an eternal day be born,
Whose sun shall shine for aye;
Lord, wake me w