S. M. 623 BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes ; Our mutual burdens bear ; The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain ; And hope to meet again. 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way ; And longs to see the day. 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin we shall be free; J. Fawcett. 8s, 7s. 624 TARRY with me, O my Saviour, For the day is passing by ; And the night is drawing nigh. 2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, Paler now the glowing west, Shall it be the night of rest? Calming all these wild alarms; Feel the everlasting arms. Lord, I cast myself. on Thee ; While I sleep, still watch by me. 5 Tarry with me, O my Saviour ! Lay my head upon Thy breast C. S. Smith. 625 C. M. Within the veil, and see How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 I ask them whence their victory came? They, with united breath, Their triumph to His death. 4 They marked the footsteps that He trod; His zeal inspired their breast ; Possess the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For His own pattern given, 1. Watts. 626 L. M. 61. At evening time let there be light; Life's little day draws near its close ; Around me fall the shades of night, The night of death, the grave's repose ; To crown my joys, to end my woes, At evening time let there be light. 2 At evening time let there be light; Stormy and dark hath been my day ; Yet rose the morn benignly bright, Dews, birds, and flowers cheered all the way ; Oh for one sweet, one parting ray ! At evening time let there be light. 3 At evening time there shall be light; For God hath said, — “So let it be !” Fear, doubt, and anguish, take their flight, His glory now is risen on me ; Mine eyes shall His salvation see ; 'T is evening time, and there is light. J. Montgomery. 627 L. M. SAVIOUR, when night involves the skies, My soul, adoring, turns to Thee ; Thee, self-abased in mortal guise, And wrapt in shades of death for me. 2 On Thee my waking raptures dwell, When crimson gleams the east adorn, Thee, victor of the grave and hell, Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays, To Thee my soul triumphant springs ; Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze, Thee, Lord of lords and King of kings. 4 O’er earth when shades of ev'ning steal, To death and Thee my thoughts I give; To death, whose pow'r I soon must feel, To Thee, with Whom I trust to live. T. Gisborne. 628 10s. GO DOWN, great sun, into thy golden west, The day is done, the hours of labor past; The night's dark shadows deepen all around; The day is over ; rest has come at last. 2 And so our life to even-tide draws nigh, Our days of change their course have almost run ; And soon the storms of winter will be past, And then comes summer, and the unset ting sun. 3 And in that holier world of joy and peace, Our sun shall rise upon a land so blest, That none in this poor world have words to tell How great the joy of that pure heavenly rest. E. Husband. 629 118, 10s. WE would see Jesus ; for the shadows lengthen Across this little landscape of our life ; We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen, For the last weariness, the final strife. 2 We would see Jesus, the great rock founda tion Whereon our feet were set by sovereign grace : Nor life nor death, with all their agitation, Can thence remove us, if we see His face. 3 We would see Jesus : other lights are paling, Which for long years we have rejoiced to see; The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing; We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee. 4 We would see Jesus; yet the spirit lingers Round the dear objects it has loved so long, And earth from earth can scarce unclasp its fingers ; Our love to Thee makes not this love less strong. 5 We would see Jesus : sense is all too bind ing, And heaven appears too dim, too far away ; We would see Thee, Thyself our hearts re minding What Thou hast suffered, our great debt to pay. |