NIGHT THOUGHT. L. M.

CH. BEECHER.

2. And if there weigh upon my breast
Vague memories of the day forgone,
Scarce knowing why, I fly to Thee,
And lay them down.

3. Or, if it be the gloom that comes,
In token of impending ill,
My bosom heeds not what it is
Since 'tis Thy will.

4. For, O! in spite of constant care,
Or aught beside, how joyfully
I pass that solitary hour,
My God, with Thee!

5. More tranquil than the stilly night,
More peaceful than that voiceless hour,
Supremely blest, my bosom lies
Beneath Thy power.

6. For what on earth can I desire,
Of all it hath to offer me?

Or whom in heaven do I seek,
O God, but Thee?

1279. L. M.

1. THE dawn is sprinkling in the east
Its golden shower, as day flows in;
Fast mount the pointed shafts of light;-
Farewell to darkness and to sin!

2. Away, ye midnight phantoms all!

Away, despondence and despair! Whatever guilt the night has brought, Now let it vanish into air.

3. So, Lord, when that last morning breaks,
Which shrouds in darkness earth and
May it on us, low bending here,
Arrayed in joyful light arise!

1280. L. M.

[skies,

LYRA CATH

1282. L. M.

1. ETERNITY! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
Yet onward still to thee we speed,
As to the fight th' impatient steed.

2. As ship to port, or shaft from bow,
Or swift as couriers homeward go;
Mark well, O man, Eternity!
Eternity Eternity!

3. Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
As in a ball's concentric round

Nor starting-point nor end is found;

4. So thou, Eternity, so vast,

No entrance and no exit hast;
Mark well, O man, Eternity!
Eternity Eternity!

COXE. FROM THE GERMAN.

1285. L. M.

1. ROCKED in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep; Secure I rest upon the wave,

For Thou, O Lord! hast power to save.

2. I know Thou wilt not slight my call!
For Thou dost mark the sparrow's fall!
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

3. And such the trust that still were mine.
Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine,
Or though the tempest's fiery breath
Roused me from sleep to wreck and death!

4. In ocean caves still safe with Thee,
The germs of immortality;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

MRS. WILLARD.

1286. L. M.

1. GLORY to Thee, whose powerful word
Bids the tempestuous winds arise!
Glory to Thee, the sovereign Lord
Of air, and earth, and sea, and skies!

2. Let air, and earth, and skies obey,

And seas Thine awful will perform; From them we learn to own Thy sway, And shout to meet the gathering storm. 3. What though the floods lift up their voice; Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry; They can not damp Thy children's joys, Or shake the soul when God is nigh.

4. Headlong we cleave the yawning deep,
And back to highest heaven are borne
Unmoved, though rapid whirlwinds sweep,
And all the watery world upturn.

5. Roar on, ye waves; our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb our rest;
In vain t' impair the calm ye try—
The calm in a believer's breast.

6. Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries,
Thou sea, the servant of His will;
Rise, while our God permits thee, rise,
But fall, when He shall say,-Be still.

DOXOLOGY. L. M.

C. WESLEY.

To God the Father, glory be,

And to His sole-begotten Son; The same, O Holy Ghost! to Thee, While everlasting ages run.

2. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son
The ill which 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 Thy judgment-day.

4. O let my soul on Thee repose,

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close!
Sleep, which shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.

5. Be Thou my guardian, while I sleep,
Thy watchful station near me keep;
My heart with love celestial fill,
And guard me from th' approach of ill

6. Lord, let my soul for ever share
The bliss of Thy paternal care :
"Tis heaven on earth, 't is heaven above,
To see Thy face, and sing Thy love!

3. Keep Thou our souls from schemes of crime;
Nor guilt remorseful let them know;
Nor, thinking but on things of time,
Into eternal darkness go.

4. Teach us to knock at heaven's high door; Teach us the prize of life to win;

Teach us all evil to abhor,

And purify ourselves within.

1289. L. M.

LYRA CATH.

1. 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.

2. 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 servant's eyes.

3. 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.

4. Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I can not live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

5. 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.

KEBLE.

2. Amid the silence, else so drear,
Think the Almighty leans to hear;
Well pleased to list, at such a time,
The wakeful heart, in praise sublime.

3. Still watch and pray, and raise the hymn,
Throughout the hours of darkness dim!
God will not spurn the humblest guest,
But give us of His holy rest.

4. Glory to God, who is in heaven!
Praise to His blessed Son be given!
Thee, Holy Spirit, we implore,
Be with us now and evermore!

1291. L. M.

BREVIARY.

1. ANOTHER fleeting day is gone;

Slow o'er the west the shadows rise; Swift the soft-stealing hours have flown, And night's dark mantle vails the skies.

2. Another fleeting day is gone;

In solemn silence rest, my soul! Bow down before His awful throne, Who bids the morn and evening roll. 3. Soon shall a darker night descend,

And vail from me yon azure skies;
And soon shall death's oppressive hand
Lie heavy on these languid eyes.

4. Yet when beneath the dreadful shade
I lay my weary frame to rest,
That night shall not make me afraid;
That bed the dying Saviour pressed.
5. Again emerging from the night,

I, like my risen Lord, shall rise;
Again drink in the morning light,
Pure at its fount above the skies.

COLLYER.

1292.

L. M.

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