Why waste your treasures of delight Oh! timely happy, timely wise, Which evermore makes all things new!a New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. New mercies, each returning day, New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. Revelations xxi. 5. Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As for some dear familiar strain Such is the bliss of souls serene, O could we learn that sacrifice, What lights would all around us rise! We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, The trivial round, the common task, Seek we no more; content with these, As Heaven shall bid them, come and go:- Only, O Lord, in thy dear love EVENING. Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. St. Luke xxiv. 29. "TIS gone, that bright and orbed blaze, In darkness and in weariness The traveller on his way must press, Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, To hide Thee from thy servant's eyes. When round thy wondrous works below My searching rapturous glance I throw, Tracing out Wisdom, Power, and Love, In earth or sky, in stream or grove;— Or by the light thy words disclose Watch Time's full river as it flows, Scanning thy gracious Providence, Where not too deep for mortal sense: Then with dear friends sweet talk I hold, Let not my heart within me burn, When the soft dews of kindly sleep Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, |