3. I love to think on mercies past, 4. I love, by faith, to take a view 5. And when life's toilsome day is o'er, Be calm as this impressive hour, MRS. BROWNE. 1. GoD of the sunlight hours, how sad 2. How mournfully that golden gleam We saw Thy light depart! 3. But though the sun-set hours may hide And deep through ocean's wave may glide 4. Enough, while these dull heavens may lower, Then midnight shall be morning hour, 5. Through the deep gloom of mortal things, That ray which gilds an angel's wings, LEIFCHILD'S COLL. 1. O LORD, another day is flown; Are met once more before Thy throne, 2. And, Jesus, Thou Thy smiles wilt deign, For thou didst bless the infant train, 3. And wilt Thou bend a listening ear Thou wilt! for Thou dost love to hear 4. Thy heavenly grace to each impart; And shed abroad in every heart 5. Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely Thine, The Sun of holiness shall shine In glory on our head. 6. And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet, 1319. Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet C. M. II. K. WHITE. 1. DREAD Sovereign, let my evening song Assist the offerings of my tongue 2. Through all the dangers of the day 3. Perpetual blessings from above But O! how few returns of love 4. What have I done for Him that died 5. Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, And to Thy grace my soul resign, 6. Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood, 1320. WATTS. C. M. 1. UNHEARD the dews around me fall, 2. Night reigns in silence o'er the pole, 3. Noiseless the sun emits his fire, 4. O, grant my soul an ear to hear DODDRIDGE. 1. HAIL, tranquil hour of closing day! And look, my soul, from earth away, 2. How sweet the tear of penitence, While, to the contrite spirit's sense, 3. How sweet, through long-remembered years, And, pressed with wants, and griefs, and fears, 4. How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, And hear Him call His children up 5. Calmly the day forsakes our heaven 1322. So let my soul, in life's last even, C. M. L. BACON. 1. LORD, Thou wilt hear me when I pray; I am forever Thine; I fear before Thee all the day, 2. And while I rest my weary head, 3. I pay this evening's sacrifice; 4. Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace, 1. JESUS, the Lord of glory, died, And now He reigns supreme, to guide 2. Weak though we are, He still is near In all our sorrow, all our fear, WATTS. 3. And from His love's exhaustless spring To make the desert bloom and sing, 4. O Jesus, there is none like Thee, Through earth and heaven exalted be, 1. WHEN brighter suns and milder skies 2. Earth and her thousand voices give 3. The streams, all beautiful and bright, And there, with music in his flight, |