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THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

It was my guide, my light, my all,

It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.

Now safely moor'd- my perils o'er,

I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

For ever and for evermore,

The star! the star of Bethlehem! KIRKE WHITE.

DUTIES OF THE MORNING.

SEE, the time for sleep has run; Rise before or with the sun, Lift thy hands and humbly pray The Author of eternal day, That as the light, serenely fair, Illumines all the tracts of air, His sacred spirit so may rest, With quick'ning beams upon thy breast, And kindly cleanse it all within From darker blemishes of sin: And shine with grace until we view The realm it gilds with glory too. See, the day it dawns in air, Brings along its toil and care;