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2 Through all the dangers of the day
Thy hand is still my guard ;
Thy mercy stands prepared.
My daily path surround;
Hath my Creator found !
Is fading on thine eyes ;
To Him who rules the skies.
93. BISHOP KEXX.
For all the blessings of the light;
Under thy own almighty wings.
The ill that I this day have done;
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
The grave as little as my bed ;
may Triumphant rise at the last day. 4 O may my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close, -
5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
8 & 79. M.
MARTINEAU'S COL. Evening Hymn. i On the dewy breath of even
Thousand odors mingling rise,
Nature's evening sacrifice.
2 With her balmy offerings blending,
Let our glad thanksgivings be-
Incense of our hearts to thee.
3 Thou, whose favors, without number,
All our days with gladness bless,
Guard our hours of helplessness.
4 Then, though conscious we are sleeping
In the outer courts of death,
Calm we rest in placid faith.
5 Lord! when life is closing round us,
Dark with anguish, faint with fear,
Let us know thee, feel thee near!
7 & 68. M.
Reflections at Sunset.
1 The mellow eve is gliding
Serenely down the west; So, every care subsiding,
My soul would sink to rest.
2 The woodland hum is ringing
The daylight's gentle close; May angels round me singing
Thus hymn my last repose.
3 The evening star has lighted
Her crystal lamp on high ; So, when in death benighted,
May hope illume the sky. 4. In golden splendor dawning,
The morrow's light shall break; O on the last bright morning
May I in glory wake.
The Light of Stars.
i Slowly, by God's hand unfurled, Down around the weary
world Falls the darkness : 0 how still Is the working of his will!
2 Mighty Spirit, ever nigh!
Work in me as silently ;
3 Living stars to view be brought
In the boundless realms of thought;
Flaming like those upper fires !
Let them break upon my sight;
" Abide with us, for it is towards evening."
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earths joys grow dim, its glories pass away :
3 I need thy presence every passing hour:
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Welcome to my weary head!
2 My great Master still allows
Needful periods of repose :
Thus I give my powers to rest.
Night and day his love the same!
Every anxious care forgot!
Crown'st my days with various good;
My defenceless hours shall keep.
Should I be of death afraid?
Death may strike, but cannot harm.
Death is life, and labor rest :
- for still with thee!
| How shall we praise thee, Lord of light?
How all thy boundless love declare?