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A Morning Hymn Arise, my soul, with rapture rise, And fill'd with love and praise, adore The awful Sovereign of the skies, Whose mercy lends me one day more. And may this day, indulgent Lover, Not idly pass, nor fruitless be: But may each swiftly flying hour Advance my soul my nigh to thee. O deign to lend a favoring ear, When I, a sinful mortal, pray: In boundless goodness deign to hear, Nor cast me from thy face away. Then let me serve thee all my days, And may my zeal with years increase; For pleasant, lord, are all thy ways, And all thy paths are paths of Peace.