Awake, my soul, and with the sun
thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise to
pay thy morning sacrifice.
                                          Thomas Ken

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Morning has broken like the first morning;
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning!
Praise for them, springing fresh from the world!
                                                           Eleanor Farjeon

New ev'ry morning is the love
our wak'ning and uprising prove;
through sleep and darkness safely brought
restored to life and pow'r and thought.
                                                       John Keeble

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All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful,
the Lord God made them all.
               Cecil Frances Alexander

Who put the colours in the rainbow?
Who put the salt into the sea?
Who put the cold into the snowflake?
Who made you and me?
Who put the hump upon the camel?
Who put the neck on the giraffe?
Who put the tail upon the monkey?
Who made hyenas laugh?
Who made whales and snails and quails?
Who made hogs and dogs and frogs?
Who made bats and rats and cats?
Who made everything?
                                                    Paul Booth

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Eternal Father, strong to save,
whose arm doth bind the restless wave,
who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
its own appointed limits keep:
O hear us as we cry to thee
for those in peril on the sea.
                                           William Whiting

Praise my soul, the King of Heaven!
to his feet thy tribute bring;
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
who like me his praise should sing?
Praise him! Praise him!
Praise him! Praise him!
Praise the Everlasting King.
                                Henry Francis Lyte

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For the beauty of the earth,
for the beauty of the skies,
for the love which from our birth
over and around us lies.
                 Folliot Sandford Pierpoint

Songs of thankfulness and praise,
Jesus, Lord, to thee we raise,
manifested by the star
to the sages from afar;
Branch of Royal David's Stem,
in thy birth at Bethlehem;
anthems be to thee addressed:
God in man made manifest.
                    Christopher Wordsworth

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Abide with me,
fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens;
Lord, with me abide:
When others fail,
and comforts flee,
Help of the Helpless,
O, abide with me.
           Henry Francis Lyte

The day thou gavest, Lord is ended:
The darkness falls at thy behest;
To thee our morning hymns ascended,
Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.
                                              John Ellerton

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