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.
T even, ere the sun was set,

The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
Oh, in what divers pains they met!

Oh, with what joy they went away! 2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we,

Oppressed with various ills, draw near:
What if Thy form we cannot see?

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 never loved Thee well;

And some have lost the love they had;
4 And some are pressed with worldly care ;

And some are tried with sinful doubt;
And some such grievous passions tear,

That only Thou canst cast them out;
5 And some have found the world is vain,

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 ;
And they who fain would love Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.

7 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man;

Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried ;
Thy kind but searching glance can scan

wounds that shame would hide. 8 Thy touch has still its ancient power ;

No word from Thee can fruitless fall :
Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all,

H. TWELLS. 1868,

1235 And they returned. . . and rested.

Luke 23. 56.
1 THE Sabbath-day has reached its close,

THE St, Sativus, ere I seek repose,
Grant me the peace Thy love bestows.

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;
Let heavenly dews descend like rain :

Smile on my evening hour.
4 O Jesus, Lord, enthroned on high,

Thou hearest the contrite spirit's sigh,
Look down on me with pitying eye:

Smile on my evening hour. 5 My only Intercessor Thou,

Mingle Thy fragrant incense now
With every prayer and every vow :

Smile on my evening hour.


6 And, oh! when time's short course shall end,

And death's dark shades around impend,
My God, my everlasting Friend,
Smile on my evening hour.

CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT. 1839. 1236 The shadows of the evening are stretched out.

Jer. 6. 4.
1 NOTHER Sabbath ended,

Its peaceful hours all flown,
We come to close its worship,

O Lord, before Thy throne.
We bless Thee for this earnest

Of better rest above;
This token of Thy kindness,

This pledge of boundless love.
2 We would prolong its moments,

And linger yet awhile
Amid its closing shadows,

Illumined by Thy smile.
Our souls shall know no darkness

While we may look to Thee;

shall ne'er grow weary
While we Thy face can see.
3 O Jesus! our dear Saviour,

To Thee our songs we raise;
Our hearts, by care untroubled,

Uplift themselves in praise.
For to God's truce with labour,

More glory Thou hast given;
And Sabbaths now are sweeter

Since Christ the Lord has risen.
4 O Lord! again we bless Thee

For such a day as this :
So rich in ancient glories,

So bright with hopes of bliss.

0! may we reach Thy perfect,

Thine endless, day of rest :
Then lay our earth-worn spirits
Upon our Father's breast !

T. VINCENT TYMMS. 1866. 1237

They worshipped Him, and returned with

great joy.—Luke 24. 52.
1 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 ;
But, О 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 daily life a 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.

J. ELLERTON. 1867.


1238 Jesus Himself stood in the midst, and saith,

Peace be unto you.—Luke 24. 36.
WEET Saviour, bless us ere we go;


And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will.

Through life's long day and death's

dark night,

O gentle Jesus ! be our Light. 2 The day is done; its hours have run,

And Thou hast taken count of all,
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,

The broken vow, the frequent fall.
3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways

True absolution and release ;
And bless us, more than in past daye,

With purity and inward peace.
4 Do more than pardon; give us joy,

Sweet fear, and sober liberty;
And loving hearts without alloy,

That only long to be like Thee.
5 Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled;

And care is light, for Thou hast cared;
Let not our works with self be soiled,

Nor in unsimple ways ensnared.
6 For all we love, the poor, the sad,

The sinful-unto Thee we call;
O let Thy mercy make us glad;
Thou art our Jesus and our All.



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