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MORNING ADDRESS TO MY CHILDREN.
Children, awake! nor slumb'ring
Waste the fresh morn away;
Arise! and to your heav'nly King
Your early tribute pay.
Waste the fresh morn away;
Arise! and to your heav'nly King
Your early tribute pay.
Take lesson from the birds of air,
And cattle of the field;
And unto God, in humble prayer,
Your early offering yield.
And cattle of the field;
And unto God, in humble prayer,
Your early offering yield.
Thank him for all his watchful care,
Through the long darksome night;
For the return of morning fair,
And blessings of the light.
Through the long darksome night;
For the return of morning fair,
And blessings of the light.
