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The same day when the even was in safety.-Ps. iv. 8.
come.-Mark iy. 35. 1 THE day is past and over;
Teven, ere the sun was set up
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay: We pray Thee now that sinless
Oh, in what divers pains they met !
Oh, with what joy they went away!
Oppressed with various ills, draw near : 2 The joys of day are over ; We lift our hearts to Thee,
What if Thy form we cannot see?
We know and feel that Thou art here. And ask Thee that offenceless
3 The hours of dark may be ; O Jesus, make their darkness light,
O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel;
For some are sick, and some are sad : And guard us through the coming night!
And some have never loved Thee well; 3 The toils of day are over;
And some have lost the love they had; We raise our hymn to Thee; And ask that free from peril
4 And some are pressed with worldly care ; The hours of dark may be;
And some are tried with sinful doubt; O Jesus, keep us in Thy sight,
And some such grievous passions tear, And guard us through the coming night! That only Thou canst cast them out; Be Thou our soul's preserver, For Thou, O God, dost know
5 And some have found the world is vain, How many are the perils
Yet from the world they break not free; Awaiting us below;
And some have friends who give them
pain, O loving Jesus, hear our call, And guard and save us from them all!
Yet have not sought a Friend in Thee. ANATOLIUS. 450.
6 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, L.M.
For none are wholly free from sin ;
And they who fain would love Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within. 1 UN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
7 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man:
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried ; O may no earth-born cloud arise, To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
Thy kind but searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide. 2 When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, And all the flowers of life unfold,
8 Thy touch has still its ancient power; Let not my heart within me burn,
No word from Thee can fruitless fall: Except in all I Thee discern.
Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all. 3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
H. TWELLS. 1868. My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, How sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast !
88. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve,
Helifted up His hands, and blessed
them.-Luke xxiv. 50. For without Thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nighi
1 For without Thee I dare not die.
Thy word into our minds instil;
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 5 If some poor wandering child of Thine With lowly love and fervent will.
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Ref.-Through life's long day and
death's dark night, Let him no more lie down in sin.
O gentle Jesus, be our light! 6 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store; 2 The day is gone, its hours have run,
And Thou hast taken count of all,
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,
The broken vow, the frequent fall.
True absolution and release ;
And bless us, more than in past days, JOHN KEBLE. 1820. With purity and inward peace.
A BIDE with me! fast falls the bien;
1 Do more than pardon; give us joy,
The sinful, unto Thee we call;
F. W. FABER. 1852.
105. Abide with us, for it is toward
evening.yuko xxiv. 29. 1 tide;
abide! The darkness thickens; Lord with me When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me! 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass
0 Thou who changest not, abide with me! 3 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples,
Lord, Familiar, condescending, patient, free;
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me! 4 Come not in terrors, as the King of Rings, But kind and good, with healing in Thay
wings; Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea ; Come, Friend of sinners, thus ahide with
8.7. Then said Jesus . , . Peace be
unto you.-John xx. 21. 1 SA AVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing;
Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. 2 Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly,
We are safe if Thou art nigh.
Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Thou art He who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy children be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch beoome our tomb,
JAMES EDMESTON. 1820.
5 I need Thy presence every passing hour,What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
[be? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can Through cloud and sunshine, O abide
6 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitter
(victory? Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me! 7 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes,
(the skies; Shine through the gloom, and point me to Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's
vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
HENRY F. LYTE. 1847.
wings.-Ps. xvii. 8. I NYLORY to Thee, iny God, this night, G
For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done :
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
The grave as little as my bed :
Rise glorious at the judgment day. 4 Oh, may my soul on Thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep, that may me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake. 5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Ilim, all creatures here below;
THOMAS KEN. 1695.
2 Every youth and maiden,
On the harvest plain, Round the waggons laden
With their golden grain, Swell the happy chorus,
On the evening air, Unto Him who o'er us
Bends with constant care. 3 For the sun and showers,
For the rain and dew, For the nurturing hours
Spring and summer knew;
And its precious stores,
Teeming to our doors.
In a brighter sun;
All we tread upon;
Where fields ripening wave;
Bountiful and free,
J. S. B. MONSELL. 1863.
2 All this world is God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wholesome grain and pure may be. 3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home;
In His garner evermore.
To Thy final Harvest-Home!
DEAN ALFORD. 1814
not cease.-Gen. viii. 22. 1
To praise the ever-bounteous Lord,
The smiling harvest hours. 2 His covenant with the earth He keeps ;
My tongue, His goodness sing; Summer and winter know their time,
His harvest crowns the spring. 3 Well pleased, the toiling swains behold
The waving yellow crop ;
And sow again in hope.
The seeds of righteousness; Smile on my soul, and with Thy beams The ripening harvest bless.
JOHN NEEDIAM. 1768. 180
78. They joy before Thee, according to
the joy in harvest.-Isa. ix. 3. 1
Raise the song of Harvest-Home.
In whatever worldly state
Thou wilt have us be,
Freedom dare we claim;
“Glorify Thy name.'
Where or how to live?
All the best to give ?
Than the best can claim;
Glorify Thy name."
Joys we yet partake;
Brighter rays may break;
Shall in all proclaim;
“Glorify Thy name.”
And its shadow come, Turning all our gain to loss,
Shrouding heart and home; May we think how Thy dear Son
To His glory came, In His footsteps follow on ; “Glorify Thy name."
L. TUTTIETT. 1866
2 This is the day of peace : The years of the right hand of the Thy peace our spirits fill; Most High.-Ps. lxxvii. 10.
Bid Thou the noise of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still. 1
; Dear Master, let it be,
3 This is the day of prayer ; In working or in waiting,
Let earth to heaven draw near; Another year with Thee.
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there, 2 Another year of leaning
Come down to meet us here.
This is the first of days:
Send forth Thy quickening breath,
And wake dead souls to love and praise, 3 Another year of mercies,
O Vanquisher of death ! Of faithfulness and grace,
J. ELLERTON. 1868. Another year of gladness
In the shining of Thy face. 4 Another year of progress,
7.6. Another year of praise,
It began to dawn toward the first
of the week.-Matt. xxviii. l. Another year of proving Thy presence all our days.
dawn of God's dear Sabbath
Breaks o'er the earth again, 5 Another year of service,
As some sweet summer morning Of witness for Thy love,
After a night of pain. Another year of training
It comes as cooling showers For holier work above.
To some enchanted land, 6 Another year is dawning;
As shade of clustered palm-trees Dear Master, let it be,
'Mid weary waste of sand. On earth or else in heaven, Another year for Thee.
2 Lord, we would bring for offering,,
Though marred with earthly soil,
A week of earnest labour,
Of steady, faithful toil;
Fair fruits of self-denial,
Of strong, deep love to Thee,
Fostered by Thine own Spirit,
Col. iii. 1.
3 And we would bring our burden
Of sinful thought and deed, Leave far below thy cares and woes;
In Thy pure presence kneeling, It is the rising day!
From bondage to be freed ;
Our heart's most bitter sorrow 2 Rise with a spirit's love,
For all Thy work undone ! Follow the Master's way,
So many talents wasted,
So few bright laurels won !
4 May we in joy and gladness Up! to the calm serene!
Reach Thy dear home at last,
When life's short week of sorrow
And sin and strife is passed ;
When angel hands have gathered 4 Ascend where angels soar !
The fair, ripe fruit for Thee,
O Father, Lord, Redeemer,
ADA CAMBRIDGE. 1866. GEORGE RAWSON. 1857. 184 S.M.
The rest of the holy Sabbath. made.-Ps. cxv. 24.
Exod. xvi. 23.
ANOTHER six days work is done, o Day-spring, rise upon our night
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, And chase its gloom away.
Improve the day thy God hath blest.
10 DAL of rest and slichness,
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns 5 To-day on weary nations So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
The heavenly manna falls, Provides an antepast of heaven,
To holy convocations And gives this day the food of seven.
The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel-light is glowing 30 that our thoughts and thanks may rise With pure and radiant beams, As grateful incense to the skies ;
And living water flowing
6 May we, new graces gaining 4 This heavenly calm within the breast
From this our day of rest, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Attain the rest remaining Which, for the Church of God remains To spirits of the blest; The end of cares, the end of pains.
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father, and to Son; 5 With joy, great God, Thy works we view The Church her voice upraises In various scenes, both old and new;
To Thee, blest three in One. With praise we think on mercies past;
C. WORDSWORTII, With hope we future pleasures taste.
BISHOP OF LINCOLN. 1852. 6 In holy duties, let the day In holy pleasures, pass away ;
11s. How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
God blessed the Sabbath-day. In hope of one that ne'er shall end !
Gen. ii. 3. JOSEPHI STENNETT. 1712. 1 COW sweet is the Sabbath, a morning
[best! The day of the week I love dearest and 7.6.
This morning my Saviour arose from the This is the day, the Lord hath tomb,
(doom. made.-Ps. cxviii. 24.
And broke all the fetters of sin and its How sweet is the Sabbath, a morning of rest,
[best! of light,
The day of the week I love dearest and O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright;
2 Oh, let me be thoughtful and good all the On thee the high and lowly,
[play : Before the eternal throne,
Nor spend e'en a moment in trifling or Sing Holy, Holy, Holy,
Oh, let me remember these Sabbaths To the great Three in One!
To fit me, instruct me, prepare me for 2 On thee, at the creation,
3 In the house of the Lord, in His presence The light first had its birth;
and fear, On thee for our salvation
When I worship to-day may I be sincere; Christ rose from depths of earth,
In the school when I learn, may I do it On thee our Lord victorious
(there. The Spirit sent from heaven;
And be grateful to all who watch over me And thus on thee most glorious A triple light was given.
4 Assist me, blest Saviour, wherever
To live as becometh a follower of Thee; 3 Thou art a port protected
Renew all my heart, keep
me firm in Thy From storms that round us rise ;
(give Thee the praise. A garden intersected
I would love Thee, and serve Thee, and With streams from Paradise ; Thou art a cooling fountain In life's dry dreary sand;
C.M. From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We will rejoice and be glad. We view our promised land.
Ps. cxviii. 24.
1 4 Thou art a holy ladder,
He calls the hours His own :
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, Each Sunday finds us gladder,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day He rose and left the dead, Thou art, a day of love;
And Satan's empire fell; A day of resurrection
To-day the saints His triumphs spread, From earth to things above.
And all His wonders tell.