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4 When evening slumbers press my eyes,
With his protection blest, In peace and safety I commit
My weary limbs to rest.
5 My spirit, in his hand secure,
Fears no approaching ill; For, whether waking or asleep,
Thou, Lord, art with me still.
All from God. - Morning or Evening. i Father! thy paternal care
Has my guardian been, my guide!
Beaming from futurity.
Every moon that shines serene;
3 And for all, my hymns shall rise
Daily to thy gracious throne:
Through life's strange vicissitude,
CHRISTIAN PSALMIST Morning or Evening. 1 As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials or its cares,
And let thy will be always mine.
And wearied nature seeks repose,
O lead me onward to the skies !
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
An Evening Hymn.
Like holy incense rise;
To reach thee in the skies.
2 Through all the dangers of the day
Thy hand is still my guard ;
My daily path surround;
Hath my Creator found!
Is fading on thine eyes ;
To Him who rules the skies.
For all the blessings of the light;
Under thy own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, through thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may
dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I 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;
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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.
Dark with anguish, faint with fear,
Let us know thee, feel thee near!
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Reflections at Sunset.
1 The mellow eve is gliding
Serenely down the west; So, every care subsiding,
My soul would sink to rest.
? 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. 1 Slowly, by God's hand unfurled, Down around the
world Falls the darkness : O how still Is the working of his will !
2 Mighty Spirit, ever nigh!
Work in me as silently;