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5 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above :
To live more nearly as we pray.
JESU, Lord of heavenly grace,
Thou brightness of Thy Father's face,
Whose beams disperse the shades of night! 2 Come, holy Sun of heavenly love,
Shower down Thy radiance from above;
The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray. 3 O hallow this returning day !
Let meekness be our morning ray,
And hope our sunset calm and bright. 4 O Christ, with each succeeding morn
Thine image to our hearts is borne ;
LORY to Thee, my God, this night,
Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,
2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done ;
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
The grave as little as my bed;
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
To serve my God when I awake.
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost !
It is not night if Thou be near :
To hide Thee from Thy servants' eyes ! 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
For ever on my Saviour's breast ! 3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
1 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take;
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
And we, a feeble band,
To bless Thy fostering hand.
To cheer us, as we pray;
And we are weak as they.
And let contention cease,
A flock by Jesus led,
In glory on our head.
And Thou wilt bless our way,
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;
Jesu, Thou our Guardian be,
Sweet it is to trust in Thee !
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
In Thine arms may we repose ;
Morning or Evening.
Thy gifts are every evening new;
Gently distil like early dew.
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours !
And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to Thy command ;
To Thee I consecrate my days ;
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
THE LORD'S DAY.
IHIS is the day the Lord hath made,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To day He rose, and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell ;
And all His wonders tell.
To save our sinful race.
The Church on earth can raise !
Shall give Him nobler praise.
Another Sabbath is begun :
Improve the day thy God hath blest. 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may
Which none but he that feels it knows ! 3 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away;