Morning Hymn. WHILE nature welcomes in the day, His genial rays, the sun renews; How bright the scene with glittering dews! The blushing flowers more beauteous bloom, And breathe more rich their sweet perfume. So may the Sun of Righteousness, So may the dews of grace distil, To heaven, a grateful incense, rise. Wilt thou this day my footsteps guide Where'er I am, oh, may I feel, Oh, may each day my heart improve, Increase my faith, my hope, my love; And thus its shades around me close More wise and holy than I rose. Evening Hymn. My soul, a hymn of evening praise Forgive my sins this day, O Lord, While nature round is hush'd to rest, Oh, bid thy angels o'er me keep Their watch to shield me, while I sleep, Till the fresh morn shall round me break, Then with new vigor may I wake. Yet think, my soul, another day Ah, think, how soon in deepening shade, How soon death's sleep my eyes must close, Lock every sense in dread repose, And solemn silence of the tomb. This very night, Lord, should it be, TRANSLATION. HOR. OD. XI, B. I. Tu ne quæsieris, scire nefas, &c. Seek not Leuconöe, with anxious care, But wiser far, receive with dauntless breast Then quaff your wine, contract your hopes, be wise; E'en while we speak, the moment flies ; Trust not the morrow, seize today, And pluck life's flowers e'er they fade away. |