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2. Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear!
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

3. When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.

4. Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I can not live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

5. Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of Thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

KEBLE.

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1. THROUGHOUT the hours of darkness dim,
Still let us watch and raise the hymn;
And in deep midnight's awful calm,
Pour forth the soul in deepest psalm.

2. Amid the silence, else so drear,
Think the Almighty leans to hear;
Well pleased to list, at such a time,
The wakeful heart, in praise sublime.

3. Still watch and pray, and raise the hymn,
Throughout the hours of darkness dim!
God will not spurn the humblest guest,
But give us of His holy rest.

4. Glory to God, who is in heaven!
Praise to His blessed Son be given!
Thee, Holy Spirit, we implore,
Be with us now and evermore!

BREVIARY.

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1. ANOTHER fleeting day is gone;

Slow o'er the west the shadows rise;
Swift the soft-stealing hours have flown,
And night's dark mantle vails the skies.
2. Another fleeting day is gone;

In solemn silence rest, my soul!
Bow down before His awful throne,
Who bids the morn and evening roll.
3. Soon shall a darker night descend,

And vail from me yon azure skies;
And soon shall death's oppressive hand
Lie heavy on these languid eyes.
4. Yet when beneath the dreadful shade
I lay my weary frame to rest,
That night shall not make me afraid;
That bed the dying Saviour pressed.
5. Again emerging from the night,

I, like my risen Lord, shall rise;
Again drink in the morning light,
Pure at its fount above the skies.

COLLYER.

1292.

L. M.

1. Nor worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep,
Need we to prove a God is here;
The daisy, fresh from winter's sleep,
Tells of His hand in lines as clear.

2. For who but He that arched the skies,
And pours the day-spring's living flood;
Wondrous alike in all He tries,

Could rear the daisy's purple bud;

3. Mold its green cup, its wiry stem,
Its fringed border nicely spin;
And cut the gold-embossed gem,
That, set in silver, gleams within;

4. Then fling it, unrestrained and free,
O'er hill and dale, and desert sod,
That man, whene'er he walks, may see
In every step the stamp of God.

1293.

C. M.

J. M. GOOD.

1. O THOU, the heaven's eternal King!
Lord of the starry spheres!
Who with the Father equal art
From everlasting years;

2. Eternal Shepherd! who Thy flock
In Thy pure Font dost lave,

Where souls are cleansed, and all their guilt
Buried as in a grave;

3. Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace,
Adopt me for Thine own—

That I may see Thy glorious face,
And worship at Thy throne!

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LYRA CATH,

1. 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;

He gives me strength for days to come.

3. I lay my body down to sleep;

Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.

4. 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.

WATTS.

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1. GREAT God! to Thee my evening song
With humble gratitude I raise;
O let Thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.

2. My days unclouded as they pass,
And every gentle, 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.

4. Seal my forgiveness in the blood
Of Jesus; His dear name alone
I plead for pardon, gracious God!
And kind acceptance at Thy Throne.
5. Let this blest hope mine eyelids close;
With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in Thy care may I repose,

1296.

And wake with praises to Thy name.

L. M.

MRS. STEELE.

1. My God! how endless is Thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently distill, like early dew.

2. Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours!
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
3. I yield my powers to Thy command;
To Thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from Thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

WATTS.

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1. GOD of my life, to Thee belong
The grateful heart, the joyful song;
Touched by Thy love, each tuneful chord
Resounds the goodness of the Lord.

2. Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care?
Why does Thy hand so kindly rear
A useless cumberer of the ground,
On which so little fruit is found?
3. Still let the barren fig-tree stand,
Upheld and fostered by Thy hand;
And let its fruit and verdure be
A grateful tribute, Lord, to Thee.

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1. AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2. Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praises to th' eternal King.

3. All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept;
Grant Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

4. Lord! I my vows to Thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

5. Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

KENN.

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