2 Let them his great name devoutly adore; In loud swelling strains his praises express, Who graciously opens his bountiful store, Their wants to relieve, and his children to bless.
3 With glory adorned, his people shall sing To God, who defence and plenty supplies; Their loud acclamations to him, their great King, Through earth shall be sounded, and reach to the skies.
Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining; Father in heaven, the
day is declining: Thine is the darkness, as thine is the light; We trust thee by
Shield us from danger and guard us from crime. Father of mer
"The Day is Thine, the Night also."
1 FADING, still fading, the last beam is shining; Father in heaven! the day is declining;
Thine is the darkness, as thine is the light;
We trust thee by day, and we trust thee by night.
From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, Shield us from danger and guard us from crime.
Father of mercy, oh hear thou our prayer!
2 Father in heaven, oh hear when we call, Thou, the Protector and Saviour of all! Fainting and feeble, we trust in thy might;
In doubting and darkness, thy love be our light; Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns, And wake in thine arms when the morning returns. Father of mercy, oh hear thou our prayer!
1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light: Keep me, oh keep me, King of kings, Beneath the shadow of thy wings!
2 Forgive me, Lord, through thy dear Son, The ills which I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Be thou my guardian while I sleep; Thy watchful station near me keep; My heart with love celestial fill, And guard me from the approach of ill.
4 Lord, let my heart for ever share
The bliss of thy paternal care: 'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face and sing thy love.
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 thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
KEBLE. 2 We would adore thee, God sublime, Whose power and wisdom, love and grace, Are greater than the round of time, And wider than the bounds of space.
1 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze, Fast fading from our wistful gaze; Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light.
2 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near: Oh 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 For ever on my Saviour's breast.
4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
1 0 THOU true Life of all that live, Who dost, unmoved, all motion sway; Who dost the morn and evening give, And through its changes guide the day,-
2 Thy light upon our evening pour, So may our souls no sunset see; But death to us an open door To an eternal morning be.
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