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4 Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life,
Our balm in sorrow and our stay in strife; Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict
cease, Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace.
J. ELLERTON. 1866.
1234 Now the eventide was come. —Mark 11. 11.
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
Oh, with what joy they went away! 2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we,
Oppressed with various ills, draw near:
We know and feel that Thou art here. 3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel ;
For some are sick, and some are sad :
And some have lost the love they had;
And some are tried with sinful doubt;
That only Thou canst cast them out;
Yet from the world they break not free; And some have friends who give them pain,
Yet have not sought a Friend in Thee. 6 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin ;
7 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man;
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried ;
wounds that shame would hide. 8 Thy touch has still its ancient power ;
No word from Thee can fruitless fall :
H. TWELLS. 1868,
1235 And they returned. . . and rested.
Luke 23. 56.
THE St, Sativus, ere I seek repose,
Smile on my evening hour. 2 Weary, I come to Thee for rest : Hallow and calm
troubled breast; Grant me Thy Spirit for my guest:
Smile on my evening hour. 3 Let not the Gospel seed remain
Unfruitful, or be sown in vain;
Smile on my evening hour.
Thou hearest the contrite spirit's sigh,
Smile on my evening hour. 5 My only Intercessor Thou,
Mingle Thy fragrant incense now
Smile on my evening hour.
6 And, oh! when time's short course shall end,
And death's dark shades around impend,
CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT. 1839. 1236 The shadows of the evening are stretched out.
Jer. 6. 4.
Its peaceful hours all flown,
O Lord, before Thy throne.
Of better rest above;
This pledge of boundless love.
And linger yet awhile
Illumined by Thy smile.
While we may look to Thee;
shall ne'er grow weary
To Thee our songs we raise;
Uplift themselves in praise.
More glory Thou hast given;
Since Christ the Lord has risen.
For such a day as this :
So bright with hopes of bliss.
0! may we reach Thy perfect,
Thine endless, day of rest :
T. VINCENT TYMMS. 1866. 1237
great joy.—Luke 24. 52.
The evening shadows fall;
True Light that lightenest all. 2 Around the throne on high,
Where night can never be,
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee. 3 Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire ;
Of that eternal choir !
If Thou attune the heart,
May bear our lower part.
Each wayward thought reclaim,
Of glory to Thy name.
Shall come the glorious end;
J. ELLERTON. 1867.
1238 Jesus Himself stood in the midst, and saith,
Peace be unto you.—Luke 24. 36.
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
Through life's long day and death's
O gentle Jesus ! be our Light. 2 The day is done; its hours have run,
And Thou hast taken count of all,
The broken vow, the frequent fall.
True absolution and release ;
With purity and inward peace.
Sweet fear, and sober liberty;
That only long to be like Thee.
And care is light, for Thou hast cared;
Nor in unsimple ways ensnared.
The sinful-unto Thee we call;
F. W. FABER.