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.
1 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.
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.
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.
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 my 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.
1 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.
1 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!
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.
1 SLOWLY, by God's hand unfurled, Down around the weary 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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