BRADEN S. M.

W. B. Bradbury

0:23 20-4

865

THE Swift declining day,

How fast its moments fly!

While evening's broad and gloomy shade Gains on the western sky.

2 Ye mortals, mark its pace,
And use the hours of light;

And know, its Maker can command
At once eternal night.

3 Give glory to the Lord,

Who rules the whirling sphere:
Submissive at His footstool bow,
And seek salvation there.

4 Then shall new lustre break
Through death's impending gloom,
And lead you to unchanging light
In your celestial home.

866

Philip Doddridge 1740

TO-MORROW, Lord, is Thine,

Lodged in Thy sovereign hand;

TALLIS' EVENING HYMN

L. M.

T. Tallis

ST. GABRIEL 8s, 4.

F. A. Gore Ouseley

04 2004

The day, O Lord, is spent,

S. M.

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Lead us, O Christ, Thou living Way,

Safe home at last.

30 by Thy soul-inspiring grace

Uplift our hearts to realms on high; Help us to look to that bright place Beyond the sky,

4 Where light, and life, and joy, and peace, In undivided empire reign,

And thronging angels never cease

Their deathless strain;

5 Where saints are clothed in spotless white,
And evening shadows never fall,
Where Thou, eternal Light of light,
Art Lord of all.

Godfrey Thring 1866

J. W. Hummel

ST. SYLVESTER 8s, 7s.

J. B. Dykes

3 941

871

HEAR Thy children, gentle Jesus,

While we breathe our evening prayer; Save us from all harm and danger,

Take us 'neath Thy sheltering care. 2 Shield us from the wiles of Satan, From the perils of this night; Safely may Thy guardian angels Keep us in their watchful sight. 3 Gentle Jesus! look in pity

From Thy glorious throne above; Though we sleep, Thy heart is wakeful, Still for us it beats with love.

4 Shades of evening fast are falling,
Day is fading into gloom;
When our earthly life is ended,
Lead Thy ransomed children home.

From Kilburn's Hymns

872

TARRY with me, O my Saviour!
For the day is passing by;

See! the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.

2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
Paler now the glowing west,
Swift the night of death advances;
Shall it be the night of rest?

3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself on Thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness;
While I sleep, still watch by me.
4 Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
Lay my head upon Thy breast,
Till the morning; then awake me,
Morning of eternal rest!

Caroline Sprague Smith 1852

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HURSLEY L. M.

Arr. from P. Ritter

874

SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near:
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep,
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.

3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till in the ocean of Thy love,

We lose ourselves in heaven above.
John Keble 1827

875

THUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far His power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of His grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But He forgives my follies past,
And gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head,
While well-appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 Faith in His name forbids my fear;
O may Thy presence ne'er depart;
And, in the morning, make me hear
The love and kindness of Thy heart.

Isaac Watts 1709

D. E. Jones

D: 23+ 4

876

Now, on land and sea descending,
Brings the night its peace profound;
Let our vesper hymn be blending
With the holy calm around.

2 Soon as dies the sunset glory,
Stars of heaven shine out above,
Telling still the ancient story,—

Their Creator's changeless love.

3 Now, our wants and burdens leaving
To His care who cares for all,
Cease we fearing, cease we grieving:
At His touch our burdens fall.

4 As the darkness deepens o'er us,
Lo! eternal stars arise;
Hope and faith and love rise glorious,
Shining in the spirit's skies.

Samuel Longfellow 1859

SWANLAND 7s, 6s. D.

J. Barnby

O24 2004.