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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.


78. M.


All from God. - Morning or Evening. i Father! thy paternal care

Has my guardian been, my guide!
Every hallowed wish and prayer
Has thy hand of love supplied ;
Thine is every thought of bliss,
Left by hours and days gone by ;
Every hope thy offspring is,

Beaming from futurity.
2 Every sun of splendid ray;

Every moon that shines serene;
Every morn that welcomes day;
Every evening's twilight scene;
Every hour which wisdom brings;
Every incense at thy shrine ;
These - and all life's holiest things,
And its fairest - all are thine.

3 And for all, my hymns shall rise

Daily to thy gracious throne:
Thither let my asking eyes
Turn unwearied, righteous One!

Through life's strange vicissitude,
There reposing all my care,
Trusting still, through ill and good,
Fixed and cheered and counselled there.

L. M.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST Morning or Evening. 1 As every day thy mercy spares

Will bring its trials or its cares,
O Father, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend;
Teach me thy statutes all divine,

And let thy will be always mine.
2 When each day's scenes and labors close,

And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Father, while I rest:
And as each morning sun shall rise,

O lead me onward to the skies !
3 And at my life's last setting sun,

My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Father, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face, and sing thy praise.

C. M.

92. Watts.

An Evening Hymn.
1 DREAD Sovereign ! let my evening song

Like holy incense rise;
Permit the offerings of my tongue

To reach thee in the skies.

2 Through all the dangers of the day

Thy hand is still my guard ;
And still, to drive


wants away,
Thy mercy stands prepared.
3 Perpetual blessings from above

My daily path surround;
But O how few returns of love

Hath my Creator found!
4 And now, my soul, the closing day

Is fading on thine eyes ;
Once more the evening tribute pay

To Him who rules the skies.

L. M.


Evening Hymn.
i GLORY to thee, my God, this night,

For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,

Under thy own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, through thy dear Son,

The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,

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, -
Sleep that may me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.

5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow;

Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him, ye angels round his throne;
Praise God, the high and holy One.

8 & 7s. M.


Evening Hymn.
i On the dewy breath of even

Thousand odors mingling rise,
Borne like incense up to heaven,

Nature's evening sacrifice.

2 With her balmy offerings blending,

Let our glad thanksgivings be —
To thy throne, O Lord, ascending -

Incense of our hearts to thee.

3 Thou, whose favors, without number,

All our days with gladness bless,
Let thine eye, that knows not slumber,

Guard our hours of helplessness.

4 Then, though conscious we are sleeping

In the outer courts of death,
Safe beneath a Father's keeping,

Calm we rest in placid faith.
5 Lord! when life is closing round us,,

Dark with anguish, faint with fear,
Let thy beams of love surround us,

Let us know thee, feel thee near!

7 & 6s. M.



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.

7s. M.



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;
Veil the day's distracting sights,
Show me heaven's eternal lights.

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