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.
1 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!
LORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light!
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 may
Rise glorious at the awful day.
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!
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.
4 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.
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 0 let Thy grace perform its part,
And let contention cease,
And shed abroad in every heart
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.
1 THROUGH the day Thy love hath spared us ; TH
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!
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.
Morning or Evening.
1 MY God, how endless is Thy love!
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.
HIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours His own :
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.
ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest.
20 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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