2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,
And blest that solemn hour of eve,
When, on the wings of prayer upborne,
The world I leave.

3 Then is my strength by Thee renewed;
Then åre my sins by Thee forgiven;
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude
With hopes of heaven.

4 No words can tell what sweet relief Here for my every want I fird;

What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What peace of mina.

5 Hushed is cach doubt, gone every fear; My spirit seems in heaven to stay; And c'en the penitential tear

13 I am bewildered on my way,
Dark and tempestuous is the night;
O send Thou forth some cheering ray:
Thou art my Light.

4 When Satan flings his fiery darts,
I look to Thee: my terrors cease;
Thy cross a hiding-place imparts:
Thou art my Peace.

5 Standing alone on Jordan's brink,
In that tremendous latest strife,
Thou wilt not suffer me to sink:
Thou art my Life.

2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

4 O may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close;
Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.

5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 Faith in His name forbids my fear;

O may Thy presence ne'er depart;
And, in the morning, make me hear
The love and kindness of Thy heart.

5 Thus, when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground;
And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.
Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. ab.

Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Bp Thomas Ken. (1637-1711.) 1697, 1709. ab.
An Evening Hymn.
Ps. iv.

1223

I THUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far His power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of His grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I perhaps am near my home;
But He forgives my follies past,
And gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep;

Peace is the pillow for my head,

And every gently rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to Thy love and power.

3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,
Too oft regardless of Thy love,
Ungrateful, can from Thee depart,
And, fond of trifles, vainly rove.

5 With Thee, when darkness brings The signal of repose,

Calm in the shadow of Thy wings,

Mine eyelids I would close.

6 With Thee, in Thee, by faith
Abiding I would be;

By day, by night, in life, in death,
I would be still with Thee.

And nature's God adore.

4 May we this life improve

To mourn for errors past;

And live, this short, revolving day,
As if it were our last.

Rev. John Wesley? (1703—1791.) 1741. ab. and alt. 1226

"Still with Thee."

I STILL, still with Thee, my God,

I would desire to be:

By day, by night, at home, abroad,
I would be still with Thee.

2 With Thee, when dawn comes in,
And calls me back to care,
Each day returning to begin

With Thee, my God, in prayer.

3 With Thee amid the crowd

That throngs the busy mart,
To hear Thy voice, 'mid clamor loud,
Speak softly to my heart.

4 With Thee, when day is done,

And evening calms the mind;
The setting, as the rising, sun

With Thee my heart would find.

1227

For a Lord's-Day Morning.
Ps. xix.

I BEHOLD, the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;

His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

2 But where the Gospel comes,

It spreads diviner light;

It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

3 How perfect is Thy word,

And all Thy judgments just;
For ever sure Thy promise, Lord,
And men securely trust.

4 My gracious God, how plain
Are Thy directions given:
O may I never read in vain,

But find the path to heaven.
5 While with my heart and tongue
I spread Thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,
My Saviour and my God.

Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674–1748.) 1719 ab..

1228

On going to Rest.

2 I lay my garments by,

Upon my bed to rest;

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

3 Lord, keep me safe this night,

Secure from all my fears;

May angels guard me, while I sleep,
Till morning light appears.

4 And when I early rise,

To view th' unwearied sun,
May I set out to win the prize,

And after glory run:

5 That when my days are past,
And I from time remove,
Lord, I may in Thy bosom rest,
The bosom of Thy love.

2 O when shall that day come,

Ne'er sinking in the west,
That country and that happy home,
Where none shall break our rest;
3 Where all things shall be peace,
And pleasure without end,
And golden harps, that never cease,
With joyous hymns shall blend :

4 Where we, preserved beneath
The shelter of Thy wing,

For evermore Thy praise shall breathe,
And of Thy mercy sing.

5 To God the Father praise,
And to the Eternal Son,
And to the Holy Ghost always,
Co-equal Three in One.

Rev. William John Bew. 1849.