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,
And 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 Faith in his name forbids my fear:
Oh may thy presence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear
Thy love and kindness in my heart.

The Bread of Life. 1 FATHER, supply my every need; Sustain the life thyself hast given, Oh grant the never-failing bread, The manna that comes down from heaven!

2 The gracious fruits of righteousness,
Thy blessings' unexhausted store,
In me abundantly increase,
Nor ever let me hunger more.

1 SWEET is the light of sabbath eve,
And soft the sunbeams lingering there:
For these blest hours the world I leave,
Wafted on wings of faith and prayer.

2 The time how lovely and how still!

Peace shines and smiles on all below; The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill,All fair with evening's setting glow.

3 Season of rest! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love; And, while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 93.

The Still Hour.

1 GENTLY the shades of night descend;
Thy temple, Lord, is calm and still;
A thousand lamps of ether blend,
A thousand fires that temple fill.

2 Thou bidd'st the cares of earth depart;
Heaven's peace is wafted from above;
A sabbath stillness fills the heart,
Devotion's calm and holy love.

3 And man, even from the dust, may rise,
Borne on the pinions of thy grace,
Up to angelic mysteries,
And find in thee his resting-place.

1 O BLEST Creator of the light,
Who dost the dawn from darkness bring,
And, framing nature's depth and height,
Didst with the new-born light begin;

2 Who gently blending eve with morn,

And morn with eve, didst call them day, Thick flows the flood of darkness down: Oh hear us as we weep and pray!

3 Keep thou our souls from schemes of crime,

Nor guilt remorseful let them know;
Nor, thinking but on things of time,
Into eternal darkness go.

4 Teach us to knock at heaven's high door; Teach us the prize of life to win;

Teach us all evil to abhor,

And purify ourselves within.

1 SLOWLY, by God's hand unfurled,
Down around the weary world,
Falls the darkness; oh how still
Is the working of his will!

2 Mighty Spirit, ever nigh,
Work in me as silently;

Veil the day's distracting sights,
Show me heaven's eternal lights.

3 Living stars to view be brought
In the boundless realms of thought;,
High and infinite desires,
Flaming like those upper fires.

4 Holy Truth, Eternal Right,

Let them break upon my sight;
Let them shine serene and still,
And with light my being fill.

2 For the mercies of the day, For this rest upon our way, Thanks to thee alone be given,

Lord of earth, and King of Heaven.