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Morning hymn [in Illness]. | |
Father of all! beneficent Giver of all good, O pour Thy spirit on my lips, that I may praise Thee, and glorify Thee for the blessings so constantly surrounding me. | |
Though my weak offering ascend from my bed, permit Thy grace to purify and render it acceptable to Thee. Praise Thou thyself in me, for my sinful nature knows not how to frame the words of thanksgiving pleasing unto Thee. | |
Thou hast deemed it good to deprive me of the elasticity of spirit, and buoyancy of health, which Thy loving-kindness permitted should continue for so long a time; yet will I thank and bless Thee, O my Father, for the light affliction with which Thou hast afflicted me; | |
I bless Thee for the hours of calm and dreamless sleep Thou hast bestowed on me; Thy shield was around me; Thy arm sustained me. Thy mercy permitteth me again to wake in sense and life. | |
I bless Thee for continuing around me the friends I love; the kindness they lavish on me, O Lord, springeth from Thee alone. | |
I bless Thee for the comforts of home, the peace and sufficiency, which in sickness as in health are mine; | |
and O blessed art Thou, my merciful Father, for the glad sunshine which, illumining all the creation, beameth within my chamber, and whispereth, that even as those glorious beams pass not by on their course, and leave me in darkness, so wilt not Thou forsake me, O my God. Thy grace will shine upon my soul in sickness as in health, and give me peace; | |
for the rain, the wind, each varying change, I bless Thee, Lord; for they are the glorious emblems of Thy never-failing mercy, Thy constant love for man. Thou givest man his food, and hearest the young ravens when they cry, and me hast Thou fed, O my Father, and my tongue shall speak of Thy glory all the day long, for enabling me still to look on Thy beautiful world with adoration and with love, though my spirit rises not in eager joy, as was its wont in health. | |
For the blessed privilege of calling upon Thee, clinging to Thee, trusting in Thee, O Lord, I bless Thee. | |
O though words fail, and I cannot magnify Thy name, magnify it unto me my God; teach me to praise Thee, and O reject not the offerings of a sad and contrite heart; a broken spirit Thou hast promised not to despise; Thou seest mine is broken; merciful Father it shares the weakness of its earthly prison, and cannot address Thee in connected words. | |
O accept my imperfect praises; there is none like unto Thee, the One true God, the living God, the everlasting King; there is no mercy, no love like Thine. O my Father, permit them to descend upon my soul, and teach it how to praise Thee; waft its thanksgivings on high. | |
Blessed art Thou who healest the sick, restorest to life and causest salvation to spring forth. | |
Blessed, and glorified, and magnified be Thy holy and sacred name, Almighty and merciful Father, henceforth and for ever. Amen, and Amen. |
“Morning hymn (Father all)” [in Illness] by Grace Aguilar was published posthumously by her mother Sarah Aguilar in the UK edition of Sacred Communings, pp. 116-117. It is not found in the US edition.
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“Morning Hymn [in Illness] (Father of all), by Grace Aguilar (ca. 1830s)” is shared through the Open Siddur Project with a Creative Commons Public Domain Dedication 1.0 Universal license.
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