I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death's sting, where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows
flee,

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. Amen.

WEDNESDAY.

MORNING.

In Summer.

Fellow of the Father's light,

Light of Light, and Day most bright,

Christ, Thou stirrer of the heart,

Would we were to life convert.

Reach Thy hand that we may rise,
And our minds so exercise,
That devoutly we may sing
Praise of God with thanksgiving.

Sing His praise, and singing say
"Blessed be my Lord alway;"
Say, and saying sing for ever
"Jesu did my soul deliver."

Tongue, and heart, and strength, and sense,

Laud they Thy magnificence;

Let Thy Spirit of Charity

Stir us all to worship Thee.

Glory to the Father be,

To the Son give glory free,
Glory to the Spirit pour

Henceforth and for evermore. Amen.

In Winter.

Night, and clouds in darkness sailing,
This world's chaos, wild and drear,-
Light is entering, heaven unveiling,
Christ is coming;-disappear.

Heaven's dark pall in sunder falleth,
By the sun's bright arrow struck;
Earth her thousand hues recalleth
At his all-enlightening look.

Thee, true Sun, alone adore we,
Thee with pure and single heart,
Thee with plaintive chant implore we,
O'er our souls Thy flame to dart.

Many a spot, our bosoms staining,
Must Thy brightness cleanse away;
Thou, the Angels' Light unwaning,
Look on us, and make it day.

To the Father lauds unending,

To the Son and Spirit blest, Still from age to age ascending,

Be throughout all worlds addrest. Amen.

EVENING.

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!

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!

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.

If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin,
Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store :
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

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.

Praise to the Father, and the Son,

And Holy Spirit, Three in One ;
Eternal praise to each be given

By all on earth and all in heaven. Amen.

THURSDAY.

MORNING.

O timely happy, timely wise,
Hearts that with rising morn arise!
Eyes that the beam celestial view,

Which evermore makes all things new!

New every morning is the love

Our wakening and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.

New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;

New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

If on our daily course our mind

Be set to hallow all we find,

New treasures still of countless price

God will provide for sacrifice.

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.

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. Amen.