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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
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.
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:
Thou art my Peace.
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,
Thou art my All.
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,
Thy will be done.
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
Thy will be done.
Miss Charlotte Elliott 1834 ah
EVENING HYMN. L. M.
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.
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,
Mine eyelids I would close.
6 With Thee, in Thee, by faith
Abiding I would be; 3 How beauteous nature now,
By day, by night, in life, in death,
I would be still with Thee.
Rev. James Drummond Burns. (1823-1864-) 1856. sl. alt And nature's God adore. 4 May we this life improve
For a Lord's-Day Morning.
i BEHOLD, the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
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;
It calls dead sinners from their tombs, By day, by night, at home, abroad,
And gives the blind their sight.
3 How perfect is Thy word, 2 With Thee, when dawn comes in,
And all Thy judgments just;
For ever sure Thy promise, Lord,
And men securely trust.
4 My gracious God, how plain 3 With Thee amid the crowd
Are Thy directions given:
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,
Accept the worship and the song,
My Saviour and my God.
Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1719 ako,
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
Of everlasting light.
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.
1 The day is past and gone, May I set out to win the prize,
Great God, we bow to Thee;
Again, as shades of night steal on, 5 That when my days are past,
Unto Thy Side we flee.
2 O when shall that day come, Lord, I may in Thy bosom rest,
Ne'er sinking in the west,
That country and that happy home,
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,
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,
For evermore Thy praise shall breathe,
5 To God the Father praise, 3 O keep us now from harm,
And to the Eternal Son,
And to the Holy Ghost always,
Co-equal Three in One.
Rev. William John Bew. 1849