The trivial round, the common task, Seek we no more; content with these, Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love Christian Year. Evening. "Abide with us, for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent."-Luke xxiv, 29. IS gone, that bright and orbèd blaze, In darkness and in weariness The traveller on his way must press, Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, When round Thy wondrous works below Or by the light Thy words disclose When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, Let not my heart within me burn, When the soft dews of kindly sleep Abide with me from morn till eve, Thou framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest Thine own ark : We are in port if we have Thee. Oh! by Thine own sad burthen, borne Teach Thou Thy priests their daily cross If some poor wandering child of Thine Watch by the sick: enrich the poor Come near and bless us when we wake, We lose ourselves in heaven above. Christian Year. J. FLETCHER, PRINTER, NORWICH. Come, my soul, awake, 'tis morning Commit thou all thy griefs Commit thy way to God Count not the days that have idly flown Father and Friend! Thy light, Thy love Father I bring this worthless child to Thee Forth from the dark and stormy sky Give as the morning that flows out of heaven! God be with thee my beloved, God be with thee! God moves in a mysterious way 62 138 70 168 183 133 Gracious spirit, dwell with me I have a wondrous house to build .. I heard the voice of Jesus say I hoped that with the brave and strong I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls In silence mighty things are wrought In the mid silence of the voiceless night J. shine in the light of God It came upon the midnight clear It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying 148 Kind hearts are here, yet would the tenderest one Light of light, enlighten me Lord, and what shall this man do? Lord I am come alone with Thee Lord! we sit and cry to Thee : |