1. IN sleep's serene oblivion laid, I safely passed the silent night; Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; My doubtful feet are doomed to tread; A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress; 5. That deeper shade shall break away; Thy love, the rapture of the skies. HAWKESWORTH. 1300. L. M. 1. SWEET evening hour! sweet evening hour! 2. O season of soft sounds and hues, 4. Then, trembling through the dewy skies, 5. Sweet hour! for heavenly musing made, 1. NEW every morning is the love Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 2. New mercies, each returning day, 1. BE Thou, O God, by night, by day, 2. Pure as the air, when day's first light And active as the lark that soars KEBLE. Till heaven shines round its plumes 3. So may my soul, upon the wings Till at the gate of heaven it sings, 1303. L. M. CHAPEL HYMNS. 1. WHEN, on the midnight of the East, 2. The shepherd, leaning o'er his flock, 3. Shall we, for whom that star was hung In the dark vault of frowning heavenShall we, for whom that strain was sung, That song of peace and sin forgiven4. Shall we, for whom the Saviour bled, Careless His banquet's blessings see, Nor heed the parting word that said, "Do this in memory of Me?" 1. How sweet the hour of closing day, 2. Such is the Christian's parting hour; 3. Mark but that radiance of his eye, In language that no tongue can speak. 4. A beam from heaven is sent to cheer The pilgrim on his gloomy road; And angels are attending near To bear him to their bright abode. 5. Who would not wish to die like those Whom God's own Spirit deigns to bless? To sink into that soft repose, 1305. Then wake to perfect happiness? L. M. 1. O FAIREST-BORN of Love and Light! Yet bending brow and eye severe On all which pains the holy sight, Or wounds the pure and perfect ear2. Beneath Thy broad, impartial eye, How fade the lines of caste and birth! 3. Still to a stricken brother true, Whatever clime hath nurtured him; 4. In holy words which can not die, In thoughts which angels leaned to know, 5. That voice's echo hath not died; 1306. 11s & 10s. WHITTIER. 1. Now, when the dusky shades of night, retreating 2. To Thee, whose word, the fount of light unsealing, 4. So, when that morn of endless light is waking, Safe may we rise, the earth's dark breast forsaking, 1. QUIET from God! how beautiful to keep This treasure, the All-merciful hath given; To feel, when we awake and when we sleep, Its incense round us, like a breath from heaven! 2. To sojourn in the world, and yet apart; To dwell with God, and still with man to feel; To bear about forever in the heart The gladness which His spirit doth reveal! 3. Who shall make trouble, then? Not evil minds, Which, like a shadow, o'er creation lower; The soul which peace hath thus attuned finds How strong within doth reign the Calmer's power. 4. What shall make trouble? Not slow-wasting pain, Nor even the threatening, certain stroke of death! These do but wear away, then break, the chain Which bound the spirit down to things beneath. 1. AGAIN returns the day of holy rest, Which, when He made the world, Jehovah blest: |