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MORN; IN IMITATION OF 'NIGHT', BY MONTGOMERY, by                    
First Line: Morn is the time to wake
Last Line: Be such ecstatic rising mine!
Alternate Author Name(s): Lewers, Miss
Subject(s): Morning; Poetry & Poets


MORN is the time to wake,
The eyelids to unclose;
Spring from the arms of sleep, and break
The fetters of repose;
Walk at the dewy dawn abroad,
And hold sweet fellowship with God.

Morn is the time to pray;
How lovely and how meet,
To send our earliest thoughts away
Up to the mercy-seat!
Ambassadors for us, to claim
A blessing in our Master's name.

Morn is the time to sing;
How charming 't is to hear
The mingling notes of nature ring
In the delighted ear!
And with that swelling anthem raise
The soul's fresh matin-song of praise!

Morn is the time to sow
The seeds of heavenly truth,
While balmy breezes softly blow
Upon the soil of youth;
And look to thee, nor look in vain,
Our God, for sunshine and for rain.

Morn is the time to love;
As tendrils of the vine,
The young affections fondly rove
And seek them where to twine.
Around thyself, in thine embrace,
Lord, let them find their resting-place'

Morn is the time to shine;
When skies are clear and blue,
Reflect the rays of light divine,
As morning dew-drops do;
Like early stars, be early bright,
And melt away like them, in light

Morn is the time to weep
O'er morning hours misspent;
Alas! how oft from peaceful sleep
On folly madly bent,
We've left the strait and narrow road.
And wander'd from our guardian God

Morn is the time to think,
While thoughts are fresh and free,
Of life, just balanced on the brink
Of vast eternity!
To ask our souls if they are meet
To stand before the judgment-seat.

Morn is the time to die;
Just at the dawn of day,
When stars are fading in the sky,
To fade like them away;
But lost in light more brilliant far
Than ever merged the morning star.

Morn is the time to rise --
The resurrection morn!
Upspringing from the glorious skies
On new-found pinions borne,
To meet my Saviour's smile divine;
Be such ecstatic rising mine!





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