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    MORNING
  
  
    MEDITATION.
  
  
    7s.
  
    "Watch
  
  
    therefore,
  
  
    for
  
  
    ye
  
  
    know
  
  
    neither
  
  
    the
  
  
    day
  
  
    nor
  
  
    the
  
  
    hour
  
  
    wherein
  
  
    the
  
  
    Son
  
  
    of
  
  
    man
  
  
    cometh."-Matt.
  
  
    25:
  
  
    13.
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    A
  
  
    Minor.
  
    Miss
  
  
    S.
  
  
    G.
  
  
    Jones,
  
  
    1850.
  
  
    Alto
  
  
    by
  
  
    S.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    Denson,
  
  
    1911.
  
    1
  
  
    Though
  
  
    the
  
  
    morn
  
  
    may
  
  
    be
  
  
    se
  
  
    -
  
  
    rene,-Not
  
  
    a
  
  
    threat'ning
  
  
    cloud
  
  
    be
  
  
    seen,
  
  
    Tem
  
  
    -
  
  
    pests
  
  
    sud
  
  
    -
  
  
    den
  
  
    .
  
  
    ly
  
  
    may
  
    Who
  
  
    can
  
  
    un
  
  
    -
  
  
    der
  
  
    -
  
  
    take
  
  
    to
  
  
    say
  
  
    'Twill
  
  
    be
  
  
    pleas
  
  
    -
  
  
    ant
  
  
    all
  
  
    the
  
  
    day?
  
  
    }
  
    2
  
  
    Tried
  
  
    be
  
  
    -
  
  
    liev
  
  
    -
  
  
    ers
  
  
    too
  
  
    can
  
  
    say,
  
  
    In
  
  
    the
  
  
    course
  
  
    of
  
  
    one
  
  
    short
  
  
    day,
  
  
    Sin
  
  
    and
  
  
    Sa
  
  
    -
  
  
    tan
  
  
    long
  
  
    e'er
  
    Though
  
  
    the
  
  
    morn
  
  
    -
  
  
    ing
  
  
    has
  
  
    been
  
  
    fair,
  
  
    Prov'd
  
  
    a
  
  
    gold
  
  
    -
  
  
    en
  
  
    hour
  
  
    of
  
  
    pray'r,
  
  
    }
  
    3
  
  
    Dear
  
  
    -
  
  
    est
  
  
    Sa- -
  
  
    viour,
  
  
    call
  
  
    us
  
  
    soon,
  
  
    To
  
  
    thine
  
  
    high
  
  
    e
  
  
    -
  
  
    ter
  
  
    nal
  
  
    noon,
  
  
    Sa
  
  
    -
  
  
    tan
  
  
    shall
  
  
    no
  
  
    more
  
  
    de -
  
    Nev
  
  
    -
  
  
    er
  
  
    there
  
  
    shall
  
  
    tern
  
  
    -
  
  
    post
  
  
    rise,
  
  
    To
  
  
    con
  
  
    -
  
  
    ceal
  
  
    thee
  
  
    from
  
  
    our
  
  
    eyes,
  
  
    }
  
    rise,
  
  
    Light'nings
  
  
    flash
  
  
    and
  
  
    thun
  
  
    -
  
  
    ders
  
  
    roar,
  
  
    Dark
  
  
    -
  
  
    ness
  
  
    o
  
  
    -
  
  
    ver
  
  
    -
  
  
    spread
  
  
    the
  
  
    skies
  
  
    E'er
  
  
    a
  
  
    short
  
  
    -
  
  
    lived
  
  
    day
  
  
    be
  
  
    o'er.
  
    night,
  
  
    Have
  
  
    their
  
  
    com
  
  
    -
  
  
    forts
  
  
    put
  
  
    to
  
  
    flight;
  
  
    Ah,
  
  
    what
  
  
    heart
  
  
    -
  
  
    felt
  
  
    peace
  
  
    and
  
  
    joy
  
  
    Un
  
  
    -
  
  
    ex
  
  
    -
  
  
    pect
  
  
    -
  
  
    ed
  
  
    storms
  
  
    de
  
  
    -
  
  
    stroy.
  
    ceive,
  
  
    We
  
  
    no
  
  
    more
  
  
    thy
  
  
    Spi
  
  
    -
  
  
    rit
  
  
    grieve,
  
  
    But
  
  
    through
  
  
    cloud
  
  
    -
  
  
    less,
  
  
    end
  
  
    -
  
  
    less
  
  
    days
  
  
    Sound
  
  
    to
  
  
    gold
  
  
    -
  
  
    en
  
  
    harps,
  
  
    thy
  
    praise.
  
    We
  
  
    have
  
  
    not
  
  
    been
  
  
    able
  
  
    to
  
  
    get
  
  
    any
  
  
    data
  
  
    with
  
  
    reference
  
  
    to
  
  
    Miss
  
  
    S.
  
  
    G.
  
  
    Jones,
  
  
    further
  
  
    than
  
  
    that
  
  
    she
  
  
    was
  
  
    a
  
  
    member
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    Southern
  
  
    Musical
  
  
    Convention
  
  
    in
  
  
    1850,
  
  
    and
  
    for
  
  
    some
  
  
    time
  
  
    after
  
  
    that.
  
  
    It
  
  
    is
  
  
    claimed
  
  
    by
  
  
    some
  
  
    that
  
  
    she
  
  
    lived
  
  
    in
  
  
    Harris
  
  
    County,
  
  
    Ga.,
  
  
    at
  
  
    that
  
  
    time.
  
  
    We
  
  
    have
  
  
    been
  
  
    unable
  
  
    to
  
  
    find
  
  
    out
  
  
    anything
  
  
    further
  
  
    about
  
  
    her.
  
    She
  
  
    was
  
  
    probably
  
  
    assisted
  
  
    in
  
  
    making
  
  
    this
  
  
    tune
  
  
    by
  
  
    B.
  
  
    F.
  
  
    White.
  
  
    Alto
  
  
    by
  
  
    S.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    Denson,
  
  
    1911.
  
  
    The
  
  
    stanzas
  
  
    are
  
  
    taken
  
  
    from
  
  
    the
  
  
    hymn
  
  
    in
  
  
    "Mercer's
  
  
    Cluster,"
  
  
    by
  
  
    Jesse
  
    Mercer,
  
  
    1823.
  
  
    See
  
  
    page
  
  
    415.
  
  
    No
  
  
    author
  
  
    is
  
  
    given
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    hymn.