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4 None shall measure out Thy patience By the span of human thought; None shall bound the tender mercies Which Thy Holy Son hath wrought. 5 Pardon all my past transgressions;

Give me strength for days to come; Guide and guard me with Thy blessing, Till Thine angels bid me home!


L. M

UN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise,
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,

Be my last thought how sweet to rest
Forever 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 Be near to bless me when I wake,
Ere through the world my way I take;
Abide with me till in Thy love

I lose myself in heaven above.


SOFTLY now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;

Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with Thee.


2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Nought escapes without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault, and secret sin.

3 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity;

Then, from Thine eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.

4 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall for ever pass away:



Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee.


BIDE with me; fast falls the even-tide;
The darkness deepens: Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!

2 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.

3 I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!
4 Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes,
Shine, through the gloom, and point me to the

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!



NOFTLY fades the twilight ray
Of the holy Sabbath day;

Gently as life's setting sun,

When the Christian's course is run.

2 Peace is on the world abroad;
'Tis the holy peace of God-
Symbol of the peace within,
When the spirit rests from sin
3 Still the Spirit lingers near,
Where the evening worshipper
Seeks communion with the skies,
Pressing onward to the prize.
4 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be
Days of peace and joy in Thee;
Till in heaven our souls repose,
Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close.


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C. M.

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AR from the world, O Lord, I flee;

From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by Thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow Thee.

3 Then if Thy Spirit touch the soul
And grace her mean abode,

Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love
Does she commune with God!

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.



C. M

H, mean may seem this house of clay
Yet 't was the Lord's abode;
Our feet may mourn this thorny way,
Yet here Immanuel trod.

2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear,
This watch the Lord did keep,
These burdens sore the Lord did bear,
These tears the Lord did weep.

3 This world the Master overcame,
This death the Lord did die;

O vanquish'd world! O glorious shame!
O hallow'd agony!

4 O vale of tears, no longer sad,
Wherein the Lord did dwell
O holy robe of flesh, that clad
Our own Immanuel!

5 Our very frailty brings us near
Unto the Lord of heaven;

To every grief, to every tear,
Such glory strange is given.


536 (969).

LMIGHTY Sov'reign of the skies,

A To Thee let songs of gladness rise,

L. M.

Each grateful heart its tribute bring,
And ev'ry voice Thy goodness sing.
2 From Thee our choicest blessings flow;
Life, health and strength Thy hands bestow;
The daily good Thy creatures share,
Springs from Thy providential care.

3 The rich profusion nature yields,
The harvest waving o'er the fields,
The cheering light, refreshing shower,
Are gifts from Thy exhaustless store.
4 At Thy command the vernal bloom
Revives the world from winter's gloom;
The summer's heat the fruit matures,
And autumn all her treasures pours.
5 Let ev'ry power of heart and tongue
Unite to swell the grateful song;
While age and youth in chorus join,
And praise the Majesty Divine.


EFORE the Lord we bow,

BThe God who reigns above,

And rules the world below,
Boundless in power and love.
Our thanks we bring

In joy and praise,

Our hearts we raise
To heaven's high King.

H. M.

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