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L. M.

5 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love

Fit us for perfect rest above :
And help us, this and every day,

To live more nearly as we pray.

JESU, Lord of heavenly grace,

Thou brightness of Thy Father's face,
Thou Fountain of eternal light,

Whose beams disperse the shades of night! 2 Come, holy Sun of heavenly love,

Shower down Thy radiance from above;
And to our inward hearts convey

The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray. 3 O hallow this returning day !

Let meekness be our morning ray,
And faithful love our noonday light,

And hope our sunset calm and bright. 4 O Christ, with each succeeding morn

Thine image to our hearts is borne ;
O may we ever clearly see
Our Saviour and our God in Thee !


L. M.



LORY to Thee, my God, this night,

Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings.

2 Forgive me, Lord, for 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

Rise glorious at the awful 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 above, ye heavenly host ;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost !
1 SUN of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear,

It is not night if Thou be near :
O may no earth-born cloud arise,

To hide Thee from Thy servants' eyes ! 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep

My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest

For ever on my Saviour's breast ! 3 Abide with me from morn till eve,

For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

L. M.


C. M,

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1 Come near and bless us when we wake,

Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of Thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.
1 LORD, another day is flown,

And we, a feeble band,
Are met once more before Thy throne

To bless Thy fostering hand.
2 Thou, Jesus, with Thy smiles wilt deign

To cheer us, as we pray;
For Thou didst bless the infant train,

And we are weak as they.
3 O let Thy grace perform its part,

And let contention cease,
And shed abroad in


Thine everlasting peace!
4 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely Thine,

A flock by Jesus led,
The Sun of holiness shall shine

In glory on our head.
5 And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet,

And Thou wilt bless our way,
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet

The dawn of lasting day. 7 1 THROUGH the day Thy love hath spared us; Now we lay us

down to rest; Through the silent watches guard us ;

Let no foe our peace molest;

P. M.

Jesu, Thou our Guardian be,

Sweet it is to trust in Thee !
2 Pilgrims here on earth and strangers,

Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers,

In Thine arms may we repose ;
And when life's short day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last.

L. M.


Morning or Evening.
1 My !

Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above

Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtain of the night,

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours !
Thy sovereign word restores the light,

And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to Thy command ;

To Thee I consecrate my days ;
Perpetual blessings from Thy hand

Demand perpetual songs of praise.


C. M.



IHIS is the day the Lord hath made,

Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne.

2 To day He rose, and left the dead,

And Satan's empire fell ;
To day the saints His triumph spread,

And all His wonders tell.
3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of

grace ;
Who comes in God the Father's Name,

To save our sinful race.
4 Hosanna in the highest strains

The Church on earth can raise !
The highest heaven in which He reigns

Shall give Him nobler praise.


L. M.

1 done,

Another Sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

Improve the day thy God hath blest. 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may

As grateful incense to the skies :
And draw from heaven that sweet repose,

Which none but he that feels it knows ! 3 This heavenly calm within the breast

Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the Church of God remains,

The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties let the day,

In holy pleasures, pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end !

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