HEBRON. L. M.

LOWELL MASON.

108

Evening meditations.

1 THUS far the Lord hath 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 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.

KENTUCKY.

S. M.

JEREMIAH INGALLS.

1 WE lift our hearts to thee,
O Day-star from on high!
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.

2 O let thy rising beams

The night of sin disperse,The mists of error and of vice Which shade the universe.

3 How beauteous nature now! How dark and sad before!

With joy we view the pleasing change, And nature's God adore.

4 0 may no gloomy crime

Pollute the rising day;

Or Jesus' blood, like evening dew,
Wash all the stains away.

5 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past;

And live this short revolving day
As if it were our last.

113

Evening meditation.

1 THE day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
2 We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;

So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we've here possessed.
3 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.

4 And when we early rise,
And view the unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

5 And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.

114

JOHN LELAND.

[C. M. Tune, Evan. Page 156.] Protection invoked.

1 IN mercy, Lord, remember me,
Through all the hours of night,
And grant to me most graciously
The safeguard of thy might.

2 With cheerful heart I close mine eyes, Since thou wilt not remove;

O in the morning let me rise
Rejoicing in thy love.

3 Or if this night should prove my last, And end my transient days,

Lord, take me to thy promised rest,
Where I may sing thy praise.

STOCKWELL.

8, 7.

DARIUS ELIOT JONES.

115

Memories of the dead.

1 SILENTLY the shades of evening
Gather round my lowly door;
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more.
2 O the lost, the unforgotten,
Though the world be oft forgot!
O the shrouded and the lonely,
In our hearts they perish not!

3 Living in the silent hours,

Where our spirits only blend, They, unlinked with earthly trouble, We, still hoping for its end.

4 How such holy memories cluster, Like the stars when storms are past, Pointing up to that fair heaven

We may hope to gain at last.

1 SAVIOUR, 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,
Angel guards from thee surround us;
We are safe, if thou art nigh.

3 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he who, never weary,
Watchest where thy people be.

4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.

JAMES EDMESTON.

LOUIS MOREAU GOTTSCHALK, ARR. BY E. P. PARKER.

117 Communion with God. 1 SOFTLY now the light of day Fades upon our sight away; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, we would commune with thee. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Naught escapes, without, within,

OXFORD.

C. M.

WILLIAM COOMBS,

120

Te Deum laudamus.

1 O GOD, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.

2 To thee all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry;

3 "O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway.'

4 The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.

5 The holy Church throughout the world, O Lord, confesses thee,

That thou eternal Father art,

Of boundless majesty.

NAHUM TATE.

121 One God in Three Persons.

1 HAIL, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God in Persons Three;
Of thee we make our joyful boast,
And homage pay to thee.

2 Present alike in every place,
Thy Godhead we adore:

Beyond the bounds of time and space Thou dwellest evermore.