5 Sweet Saviour, bless us; night is come; Through night and darkness near us be; Good angels watch about our home,

And we are one day nearer Thee.

Through life's long day and death's dark night,

O gentle Jesu, be our light.

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UR day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;

But pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all.
2 Around the throne on high,
Where night can never be,
The white-robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.
3 Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire:

S. M.

But oh, the strains how full and clear
Of that eternal choir!

4 Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will
If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels' music still
May bear our lower part.

5 "Tis Thine each soul to calm,
Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm
Of glory to Thy Name.

6 A little while, and then

Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.

Also the following:

389 Three in One, and One in Three. 535 Now the day is over.

642 Tarry with me, O my Saviour. 643 Inspirer and Hearer of prayer.

644 Great God, to Thee my evening song. 645 The day is past and gone.

646 Through the day Thy love has spared us. 647 Hear our prayer, O Heavenly Father. 676 One sweetly solemn thought.

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The Lord's Day.

DAY of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On Thee, the high and lowly,
Through ages joined in tune,
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy,

To the great God Triune.

2 On thee, at the creation,

The light first had its birth;
On thee for our salvation

Christ rose from depths of earth;
On thee our Lord victorious
The Spirit sent from heaven;
And thus on thee most glorious
A triple light was given.

3 Thou art a port protected

From storms that round us rise;

7.6.

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A garden intersected

With streams of Paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain
In life's dry, dreary sand;
From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We view our promised land.
4 To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls:
To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.
5 New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the Rest remaining
To spirits of the blest.
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father, and to Son;

The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, blest Three in One.

8.6.8.4.

H From toil and trouble free:
AIL! sacred day of earthly rest,

Hail! day of light, that bringest light
And joy to me.

2 A holy stillness, breathing calm
On all the world around,

Uplifts my soul, O God, to Thee,
Where rest is found.

3 On all I think, or say, or do,
A ray of light divine

Is shed, O God, this day by Thee,
For it is Thine.

4 Accept, O God, my hymn of praise,
That Thou, this day, hast given
Sweet foretaste of that endless day
Of rest in heaven.

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8.8.6.

OME, let us all with one accord
Adore and magnify the Lord,

And festive service pay,

2 On this the day that God hath blest,
The day of peace and heavenly rest,
The Lord's own holy day,

That saw primeval darkness break,
And that more glorious life awake
That lasteth evermore;

4 That saw hell's legions prostrate fall,
And Christ, triumphant over all,
His own to heaven restore.

This day the peace that flows from heaven
Was unto the Apostles given,

When doors were closed at night; 6 This day the Holy Spirit's flame Upon the Church's teachers came, And filled their souls with light. 7 Still on this day with trumpet sound The Gospel notes are ringing round, To call the world to pray:

8 Then on this day let us adore Our God, and supplication pour, That, when worlds pass away,

9 Through Christ's dear grace our souls may

rest

In peace and joy, forever blest,
Till the great Judgment day.

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WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

S. M.

2 The King Himself comes near
And feasts His saints to-day;
Here may we seek, and see Him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day of prayer and praise
His sacred courts within,

Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay

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In such a frame as this,

And wait to hail the brighter day
Of everlasting bliss.

HIS is the day of Light:
Let there be light to-day;

O Day-spring, rise upon our night,
And chase its gloom away.

S. M.