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1218 'Strangers and Pilgrims.''

Heb. xi. 13. 2 There the glory is ever shining: 3 There's the city to which I journey; O, my longing heart, my longing heart is

My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light; there;

There is no sorrow, nor any sighing, Here in this country so dark and dreary, Nor any tears there, nor any dying. I long have wandered forlorn and weary.

Mrs. Mary S. B. Dana. (1810–) 1840

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The Hour of Prayer. 1219

3 I am bewildered on my way, Phil. iv. 6,7.

Dark and tempestuous is the night; 2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, O send Thou forth some cheering ray: And blest that solemn hour of eve,

Thou art my Light.
When, on the wings of prayer upborne,
The world I leave.

4 When Satan flings his fiery darts,

I look to Thee : my terrors cease; 3 Then is my strength by Thee renewed;

Thy cross a hiding-place imparts:
Then are my sins by Thee forgiven;

Thou art my Peace.
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude
With hopes of heaven.

5 Standing alone on Jordan's brink,

In that tremendous latest strife, 4 No words can tell what sweet relief Here for my every want I fird;

Thou wilt not suffer me to sink: What strength for warfare, balm for grief,

Thou art my Life. What peace of mind.

6 Thou wilt my every want supply, 5 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;

E'en to the end, whate'er befall; My spirit seems in heaven to stay;

Through life, in death, eternally,
And e'en the penitential tear

Thou art my All.
Is wiped away.

Rev. John Robert Macduff. 1853 6 Lord, till I reach that blissful shore, 1221

Thy Will be done." No privilege so dear shall be

1 My God and Father, while I stray As thus my inmost soul to pour

Far from my home, on life's rough way, In prayer to Thee.

O teach me from my heart to say,
Miss Charlotte Elliott. (1789-1871.) 1834.

Thy will be done.
Prayer to Christ,

2 Renew my will from day to day; I JESUS, my Saviour, look on me,

Blend it with Thine, and take away For I am weary and opprest;

All that now makes it hard to say, I come to cast myself on Thee:

Thy will be done. Thou art my Rest.

3 Then when on earth I breathe no more, 2 Look down on me, for I am weak,

The prayer oft mixed with tears before
I feel the toilsome journey's length; I'll sing upon a happier shore:
Thine aid omnipotent I seek:

Thy will be done.
Thou art my Strength.

Miss Charlotte Elliott 1834 ah


Thomas Tallis. (-1585.) c. 1567.


While well-appointed angels keep 1222 An Evening Hymn.

Their watchful stations round my bed. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done;

4. Faith in His name forbids my fear; That with the world, myself, and Thee,

O may Thy presence ne'er depart; I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

And, in the morning, make me hear

The love and kindness of Thy heart. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed;

5 Thus, when the night of death shall come, To die, that this vile body may

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground; Rise glorious at the awful day.

And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb,

With sweet salvation in the sound. 4 O may my soul on Thee repose,

Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. ab. And may sweet sleep my eyelids close ; Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make, 1224

An Evening Hymn. To serve my God when I awake.

I Great God, to Thee my evening song 5 When in the night I sleepless lie,

With humble gratitude I raise; My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:

O let Thy mercy tune my tongue, Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

And fill my heart with lively praise. No powers of darkness me molest. 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 2 My days, unclouded as they pass, Praise Him, all creatures here below;

And every gently rolling hour, Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;

Are monuments of wondrous grace,

And witness to Thy love and power. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Bp Thomas Ken. (1637-1711.) 1697, 1709. ab. 3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,

Too oft regardless of Thy love, An Evening Hymn. 1223

Ungrateful, can from Thee depart, 1 Thus far the Lord has led me on,

And, fond of trifles, vainly rove. Thus far His power prolongs my days;

4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood And every evening shall make known

Of Jesus; His dear name alone Some fresh memorial of His grace.

I plead for pardon, gracious God, 2 Much of my time has run to waste,

And kind acceptance at Thy throne. And I perhaps am near my home;

5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close ; But He forgives my follies past,

With sleep refresh my feeble frame; And gives me strength for days to come.

Safe in Thy care may I repose, 3 I lay my body down to sleep;

And wake with praises to Thy name. Peace is the pillow for my head,

Miss Anne Steele. (1717–1778.) 1760. ab.

Ps. iv.

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Ps. xix.


5 With Thee, when darkness brings The Day-star from on high."

The signal of repose, 2 O let Thy rising beams

Calm in the shadow of Thy wings,
Dispel the shades of night;

Mine eyelids I would close.
And let the glories of Thy love
Come like the morning light.

6 With Thee, in Thee, by faith

Abiding I would be; 3 How beauteous nature now,

By day, by night, in life, in death,
How dark and sad before:

I would be still with Thee.
With joy we view the pleasing change,

Rev. James Drummond Burns. (1823-1864-) 1856. sl. alt And nature's God adore. 4 May we this life improve

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For a Lord's-Day Morning.
To mourn for errors past;

i BEHOLD, the morning sun
And live, this short, revolving day,

Begins his glorious way;
As if it were our last.

His beams through all the nations run, Rev. John Wesley! (1703-5791.) 1741. ab. and alt.

And life and light convey. 1226 “Still with Thee."

2 But where the Gospel comes, I STILL, still with Thee, my God,

It spreads diviner light;
I would desire to be:

It calls dead sinners from their tombs, By day, by night, at home, abroad,

And gives the blind their sight.
I would be still with Thee.

3 How perfect is Thy word, 2 With Thee, when dawn comes in,

And all Thy judgments just;
And calls me back to care,

For ever sure Thy promise, Lord,
Each day returning to begin

And men securely trust.
With Thee, my God, in prayer.

4 My gracious God, how plain 3 With Thee amid the crowd

Are Thy directions given:
That throngs the busy mart,


may I never read in vain, To hear Thy voice, 'mid clamor loud, But find the path to heaven. Speak softly to my heart.

5 While with my heart and tongue 4 With Thee, when day is done,

I spread Thy praise abroad,
And evening calms the mind;

Accept the worship and the song,
The setting, as the rising, sun

My Saviour and my God.
With Thee my heart would find.

Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1719 ako,

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4 Let holy angels stand On going to Rest.

About us every night, 2 I lay my garments by,

Until they bear us to the land
Upon my bed to rest;

Of everlasting light.
So death will soon remove me hence,
And leave my soul undressed.

5 From men below the skies,

And all the heavenly host, 3 Lord, keep me safe this night, Secure from all my fears;

To God the Father praise arise,

The Son and Holy Ghost. May angels guard me, while I sleep,

Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818—1866.) 1854. Till morning light appears. 4 And when I early rise,


The final Rest.
To view th' unwearied sun,

1 The day is past and gone, May I set out to win the prize,

Great God, we bow to Thee;
And after glory run:

Again, as shades of night steal on, 5 That when my days are past,

Unto Thy Side we flee.
And I from time remove,

2 O when shall that day come, Lord, I may in Thy bosom rest,

Ne'er sinking in the west,
The bosom of Thy love.

That country and that happy home,
Rev. John Leland. (1754-1841.) 1799.

Where none shall break our rest; Hath not where to lay His Head." I 229 Luke ix. 58.

3 Where all things shall be peace, I ALMIGHTY God, to-night

And pleasure without end,
To Thee for help we pray;

And golden harps, that never cease, To whom the darkness is as light,

With joyous hymns shall blend : And midnight like the day.

4 Where we, preserved beneath 2 Thy tender love and care

The shelter of Thy wing,
Prepares our peaceful bed;

For evermore Thy praise shall breathe,
But Thou, O Saviour, hadst not where And of Thy mercy sing.
To lay Thy blesséd head.

5 To God the Father praise, 3 O keep us now from harm,

And to the Eternal Son,
As Thou hast done before ;

And to the Holy Ghost always,
And let Thine everlasting arm

Co-equal Three in One.
Be round us evermore.

Rev. William John Bew. 1849

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