128 ILKLEY L. M. John Bacchus Dykes 1. Dark lines of hills, a gold- en sky; They seem to meet, so close they lie. 9:3 And oft-times from the glo- ry bright, The hills are touched with golden light. A-MEN. Free from care, from la - bor free, Lord, I would com-mune with Thee. A-MEN. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Naught escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin. 3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall for ever pass away; 131 ST. BEES 7777 Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee. 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity, Then, from Thine eternal throne, Geo. W. Doane, 1827 John Bacchus Dykes, 1874 I. Now the wings of day are furled, And the earth has gone to 9:264 bb 4 ま rest, 132 ST. LEONARD C. M. D. 4 Henry Hiles. 1867 1. The shad- ows of the evening hours Fall from the dark'ning sky; 9:4 Up on the fra-grance of the flow'rs The dews of 9: Before Thy throne, O Lord of heav'n, We kneel at close of day: 9:# Look on Thy chil-dren from on high, And hear us while we pray. 2 The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord, O do not Thou despise, But let the incense of our prayers 3 Slowly the rays of daylight fade; The hopes in earthly love and joy, A-MEN. 133 WHITCHURCH 12 11 12 11 Ethelbert W. Bullinger 1. How calm - ly the evening once more is descend-ing, May we and our house-holds continue to share. AMEN. 2 The sky, like the kingdom of heaven, is open; 3 We come to be soothed with His merciful healing, Thomas T. Lynch |