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Sleep has refresh’d our limbs, we spring

From off our bed, and rise;

Lord, on Thy suppliants, while they sing,

Look with a Father’s eyes.

Be Thou the first on every tongue,

The first in every heart;

That at all our doings all day long,

Holiest! from Thee may start.

Cleanse Thou the gloom, and bid the light

Its healing beams renew;

The sins, which have crept in with night,

With night shall vanish too.

Our bosoms, Lord, unburthen Thou,

Let nothing there offend;

That those who hymn Thy praises now

May hymn them to the end.

Grant this, O Father, Only Son,

And Spirit, God of grace,

To whom all worship shall be done

In every time and place.