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Under His wings shalt thou trust.-Ps. xci. 4.
is over,

5 Comfort every sufferer

Watching late in pain;
Shadows of the evening

Those who plan some evil
Steal across the sky.

From their sin restraiu.
2 Now the darkness gathers,

6 Through the long night-watches Stars begin to peep,

May Thine angels spread
Birds, and beasts, and flowers

Their white wings above me,
Soon will be asleep.

Watching round my bed.
3 Jesus, give the weary

cr 7 When the morning wakens,
Calm and sweet repose ;

Then may I arise
With Thy tenderest blessing

Pure, and fresh, and sinless
May our eyelids close.

In Thy holy eyes.
4 Grant to little children

f 8 Glory to the Father,
Visions bright of Thee ;

Glory to the Son,
Guard the sailors tossing

And to Thee, blest Spirit,
On the deep blue sea.

Whilst all ages run.

Š. Baring-Gould.

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I will both lay me down in peace and sleep.-Ps. iv. 8. p 1 ESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me, 2 Through this day Thine hand has led me,

And I thank Thee for Thy care; (me, Through the darkness be Thou near me, Thou hast clothed me, warmed and fed Keep me safe till morning light.

Listen to my evening prayer.
3 Let my sins be all forgiven ;

Bless the friends I love so well;
Take me, when I die, to heaven,
Happy there with Thee to dwell.

Mrs. Mary Lundie Duncan.

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Gawthorpe. (THIRD TUNE.]


W. F. Wilcox.

A - men.

(12) HEAVEN.


A better country, that is, an heavenly.—HEB. xi. 16. mf i EVERY morning the red sun mf 3 Little birds sing songs of praise Rises warm and bright;

All the summer long;
P But the evening cometh on,

P But in colder, shorter days,
And the dark cold night;

They forget their song : of There's a bright land far away,

There's a place where angels sing
Where 'tis never-ending day.

Ceaseless praises to their King.


mf 2 Every spring the sweet young flowers

Open fresh and gay ;
P Till the chilly autumn hours

Wither them away:
There's a land we have not seen,
Where the trees are always green.

mf 4 Christ our Lord is ever near

Those who follow Him;
P But we cannot see Him here,

For our eyes are dim :
There's a happy glorious place,
Where His people see His face.



p 5 Who shall go to that fair land?

All who love the right;
Holy children there shall stand,

In their robes of white;
s For that heaven so bright and blest
Is our everlasting rest.

Mrs. C. F. Alexander.

Eden Grove. (FIRST TUNE.] 7.6., eight lines.





He shall gather the lambs with His arm and carry them in His bosom.-ISA. xl. 11.
mf 1

a Friend for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
A Friend who never changes,

Whose love can never die.
Unlike our friends by nature,

Who change with changing years,
This Friend is always worthy

The precious name He bears.
mp 2 There's a rest for little children

Above the bright blue sky,
Who love the blessed Saviour,

And to the Father cry,-
A rest from every trouble,

From sin and danger free,
Where every little pilgrim

Shall rest eternally.
mf 3 There's a home for little children

Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory,

A home of peace and joy ;
CT No home on earth is like it,

Or can with it compare ;
For everyone is happy,

Nor could be happier, there.

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