5 Great God, we hail the sacred day
Which Thou hast called Thine own;
With joy the summons we obey
To worship at Thy throne.
1 ABIDE with me, fast falls the eventide :
The darkness deepens: Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me!
2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see:
O Thou who changest not, abide with me!
I need Thy presence every passing hour,—
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless :
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
5 Reveal Thyself before my closing eyes,
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life and death, O Lord, abide with me!
I AT even, ere the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
O! in what divers pains they met ;
O! with what joy they went away!
2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we
Oppressed with various ills draw near:
What if Thy form we cannot see?
We know and feel that Thou art here.
3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel;
For some are sick, and some are sad;
And some have never loved Thee well,
And some have lost the love they had;
4 And some are pressed with worldly care,
And some are tried with sinful doubt;
And some such grievous passions tear,
That only Thou canst cast them out!
5 And some have found the world is vain,
Yet from the world they break not free;
And some have friends who give them pain,
Yet have not sought a friend in Thee.
6 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man;
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried;
Thy kind but searching glance can scan
The
very wounds that shame would hide;
7 Thy touch has still its ancient power;
No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all.
I 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 Glory 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 to Thee my vows renew;
Dispel 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 true delight,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
I AT evening time-when day is done,
Life's little day is near its close,
And all the glare and heat are gone,
And gentle dews foretell repose;
To crown my faith before the night,-
At evening time let there be light!
2 At evening time-when labour's past ;-
Though storms and toils have marred my day,
Mercy has tempered every blast,
And love and hope have cheered the way;
Now let the parting hour be bright,—
At evening time let there be light!
3 God doth send light at evening time,
And bid the fears, the doubtings flee;
I trust His promises sublime!
His glory now is risen on me!
His full salvation is in sight,-
At evening time, there now is light.
I FADING, still fading, the last beam is shining,
Father in heaven, the day is declining;
Safety and innocence fly with the light,
Temptation and danger walk forth with the night : From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, Shield me from danger, save me from crime!
REF.-Father, have mercy, Father, have mercy,
Father, have mercy thro' Jesus Christ, our Lord.
2 Father in heaven, O hear when we call!
Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of all;
Feeble and fainting, 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, Wake in Thine arms when morning returns.
REF.-Father, have mercy, Father, have mercy,
Father, have mercy thro' Jesus Christ, our Lord.
I FATHER, in high heaven dwelling,
May our evening song be telling
Of Thy mercy large and free:
Through the day Thy love hath fed us,
Through the day Thy care hath led us,
With divinest charity.
2 This day's sins, O pardon, Saviour!
Evil thoughts, perverse behaviour,
Envy, pride, and vanity;
From all evil us deliver;
Save us now, and save us ever,
O Thou Lamb of Calvary!
3 While the night-dews are distilling,
Holy Ghost, each heart be filling
From Thine own infinity!
Softly let our eyes be closing,
Loving souls on Thee reposing,
Ever-blessed Trinity!
G. RAWSON.
6.6.4.6.6.6.4.
I FATHER of love and power,
Guard Thou our evening hour,
Shield with Thy might.
For all Thy care this day
Our grateful thanks we pay,
And to our Father pray,
Bless us to-night!
2 Jesus Immanuel!
Come in Thy love to dwell
In hearts contrite;
For many sins we grieve,
But we Thy grace receive,
And in Thy word believe;
Bless us to-night!
3 Spirit of holiness,
Gentle, transforming grace,
Indwelling light!
Soothe Thou each weary breast,
Now let Thy peace possessed
Calm us to perfect rest;
Bless us to-night!
I GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings!
Beneath Thine own almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill which I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may
The grave as little as my
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the judgment-day.
4 O let my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close!
Sleep, which shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.
I LORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye;
2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all His saints,
Presenting at His Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.
3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight,
Nor dwell at Thy right hand.
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