Volume 2 — HYMN.
Reading edition
Almighty God, when morning light Breaks the soft slumbers of the night, Then I delight to steal away To read thy word, to kneel and pray. This helps me, as the hours glide by, To feel that thou art ever nigh: When sinners tempt with speeches fair, I recollect my morning prayer. Nor can I let the evening close, And on my pillow seek repose, Until with thankful heart I raise Once more the voice of prayer and praise. Let others scorn in prayer to kneel; Like them, O may I never feel! Though oft by thoughtless ones reviled, Still would I be a praying child.
A poor Irishman advertised an old potato-pot for sale; his children gathered around him, and asked him why he parted with it. He replied, “Ah, my honeys, I would not be after parting with it but for a little money to buy something to put in it.”
