1261 1 7.6. I will lay me down in peace and sleep. BENEATH Thy wings, Lord Jesus, We lay us down to rest, For in their blessèd shadow, No foe will dare molest. O Jesus, be our shelter, And keep us through the night. 2 The toil of day is over, And gone is all its care, O Jesus, now restore us, And make us pure and clean. 3 From bitter pangs of conscience, And keep us close to Thee. O Jesus, be our shelter, Now save us by Thy grace. W. J. MATHAMS. 1880. 10s. 1262 Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.-Ps. 65. 8. 1 LORD, who by Thy presence hast made light The heat and burden of the toilsome day, Be with me also in the silent night, Be with me when the daylight fades away. 2 O speak a word of blessing, gracious Lord, 4 Fraught with rich blessing, breathing sweet repose, The calm of evening settles on my breast; If Thou be with me when my labours close, No more is needed to complete my rest. 5 Come, then, O Lord, and deign to be my guest, After the day's confusion, toil, and din; O come to bring me peace, and joy, and rest, 6 Bind up the wounds, assuage the aching smart C. J. P. SPITTA. 1843. TR. BY RICHARD MASSIE. THE YOUNG. 6.6.4.6.6.6.4. 1263 I am the Good Shepherd.--John 10. 14. 1 SHEPHERD of tender youth, Guiding, in love and truth, 2 Thou art our Holy Lord, Thou didst Thyself abase, 3 O wisdom's Great High Priest, And in our mortal pain, 4 Be ever near our side, Our Shepherd and our Guide, Jesus, Thou Christ of God, Lead us where Thou hast trod; Make our faith strong. 5 So now, and till we die, Infants, and the glad throng CLEMENS ALEXANDRINUS. 210. TR. BY H. M. DEXTER. 6.5. 1264 He shall feed His flock like a shepherd. 1 JES Isa. 40. 11. ESUS is our Shepherd, Folded in His bosom, Whither He doth lead, 3 Jesus is our Shepherd; For the sheep He bled; Every lamb is sprinkled With the blood He shed; Then on each He setteth His own secret sign "They that have My Spirit, These," saith He, "are Mine." 4 Jesus is our Shepherd; Though the wolves may raven, Victors o'er the tomb. S.M. HUGH STOWELL. 1849. 1265 In the day of the first fruits... bring a 1 2 3 new meat offering unto the Lord.-Numb. 28. 26. AIR waved the golden corn Canaan's pleasant land, When full of joy, some shining morn, To God, so good and great, Their cheerful thanks they pour, The choicest of their store. For thus the holy word, Spoken by Moses, ran— "The first ripe ears are for the Lord, 4 Like Israel, Lord, we give Our earliest fruits to Thee, 5 And pray that, long as we shall live, Thine is our youthful prime, |