Closing gmn.

O THOU great Spirit, who along
The waters first didst move,
And straight, from warring chaos sprung
Light, harmony, and love;
Upon our waiting spirits brood,

Bid all their discord cease,

And breathe upon the troubled soul

Thy last, best gift of peace.

MARTINEAU'S COL.

Dismissal.

In this our parting hour,
Bless us, thine own;
Make us in loving power
Guards of thy throne.

Bind us in holy ties;
May we, each one,

Say, in our agonies,
Thy will be done!

W.

Closing Doxology.

FROM all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

Dismissal.

LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope and comfort from above;
Let us each, thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love:
Still support us

While in duty's path we move.

Thanks we give, and adoration,
For the gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound;
May thy presence

With us evermore be found.

WATTS.

BURDER.

Parting.

PART in peace! Is day before us?
Praise his name for life and light;
Are the shadows lengthening o'er us ?
Bless his care who guards the night.

Part in peace! With deep thanksgiving, Rendering, as we homeward tread, Gracious service to the living,

Tranquil memory to the dead.

Part in peace! Such are the praises
God our Maker loveth best;

Such the worship that upraises
Human hearts to heavenly rest.

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SARAH F. Adams.

EVENING SERVICE.

Vespers.

FATHER supreme, thou high and holy One,
To thee we bow;

Now, when the labor of the day is done,
Devoutly, now.

From age to age unchanging, still the same,
All good thou art;

Hallowed forever be thy reverend name
In every heart.

When the glad morn upon the hills was spread, Thy smile was there;

Now, as the darkness gathers overhead,

We feel thy care.

ANONYMOUS.

Ebening.

As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials or its cares,
O Father, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend;
Teach me thy statutes all divine,
And let thy will be always mine.

When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Father, while I rest;
And as each morning sun shall rise,
O, lead me onward to the skies!

And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Father, thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face, and sing thy praise.

CHR. PSALMIST.