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2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 3 I yield my powers to Thy command; Great guardian of my sleeping hours; To Thee I consecrate my days;
Thy sovereign word restores the light, Perpetual blessings from Thy hand
And quickens all my drowsy powers. Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Rev. Isaac Watts, 1709
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2 Redeem thy misspent time that's past, 4 Direct, control, suggest, this day, And live this day as if thy last; All I design, or do, or say;
Improve thy talent with due care; That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
For the great day thyself prepare. In Thy sole glory may unite. |
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3 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. |
5 All praise to Thee, Who safe hast kept,! And hast refreshed me while I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wakoJ I may of endless light partake.
Bishop Thomas Ken, 1695] |
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