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Psalm iv. 8. L. M. KENN. 1 G

ILORY to Thee, my God, this night, Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,

Beneath Thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,

The ill that 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 dread

The grave as little as my bed :
Teach me to die, that so I may

Rise glorious at the judgment-day. 4 O may my soul on Thee repose,

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep that may me more vigorous make,

To serve my God when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply: Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

No powers of darkness me molest. 6 Oh, when shall I, in endices day,

For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns with the supernal choir

Incessant sing, and never tire ? 7 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow:

Praise Him, all creatures here below:
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Psalm xci. 10. 8.7. EDMESTON. 1

Ere repose our spirits Sin and want we come confessing : Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.



SAYT PEUR breathe an evening blessing,

2 Though destruction walk around us,

Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel guards from Thee surround us;

We are safe if Thou art nigh.
3 Though the night be dark and dreary,

Darkness cannot hide from Thee.
Thou art He who, never weary,

Watchest where Thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,

And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,

Clad in bright and deathless bloom.

1749 Job xl. 18, 10.

. 19 L. M. WATTS. 1

, 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,

He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep,

Peace is the pillow for iny head;
While well-appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Faith in His name forbids my fear;

O may Thy presence ne'er depart !
And in the morning make me hear

The love and kindness of Thy heart. $ Thus when the night of death shall come,

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.

Psalm iv. 8. C. M.

WATTS. 1 READ Sovereign, let my evening song DRE

Like holy incense rise; Assist the offerings of my tongue

To reach the lofty skies. 2 Through all the dangers of the day

Thy hand was still my guard, And still to drive my wants away

Thy mercy stood prepared.
3 Perpetual blessings from above

Encompass me around,
But oh, how few returns of love

Hath my Creator found !
4. What have I done for Him that died

To save my sinful soul ? How are my follies multiplied,

Fast as my minutes roll!
5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine

To Thy dear cross I flee;
And to Thy grace my soul resign,

To be renewed by Thee.
6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood,

I lay me down to rest,
As in the embraces of my God,

Or on my Saviour's breast.

751 Psalm xcv. 7. C. M. H. K. WHITE 1 0 flown,

And we, a feeble band,
Are met once more before Thy throne,

To bless Thy fostering hand.
2 Thy heavenly grace to each impart

All evil far remove;
And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting love.

3 Our souls, obedient to Thy sway,

In Christian bonds unite;
Let peace and love conclude the day,

And hail the morning light. 4 Thus, cleansed from sin, and wholly Thine,

A flock by Jesus led,
The Sun of Righteousness shall shine

In glory on our head.
5 O still restore our wandering feet,

And still direct our way,
Till worlds shall fail, and faith shall greet

The dawn of endless day.

752 I

Psalm xxxiv. 7. 8's.

TOPLADY. INSPIRER and hearer of prayer,

Thou Shepherd and Guardian of Thine, i My all to Thy covenant care

I, sleeping and waking, resign.
II Thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no darkness to me;
And fast as my moments roll on,

They bring me but nearer to Thée. 2 Thy ministering spirits descend,

To watch while Thy saints are asleep;
By day and by night they attend,
The heirs of salvation to keep :
Bright seraphs, despatched from the

Repair to their stations assigned ;
And angels elect are sent down,

To guard the elect of mankind. 3 Thy worship no interval knows;

Their fervour is still on the wing ;
And while they protect my repose,
They chant to the praise of my King.

I, too, at the season ordained,
Their chorus for ever shall join;
And love and adore, without end,
Their faithful Creator and mine.

753 S

Luke xxiv. 29.

L. M. CHRISTIAN YEAR. 1 YUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,

It is not night if Thou be near: O may no earth-born cloud arise,

To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 2 When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,

And all the flowers of life unfold,
Let not my heart within me burn,

Except in all I Thee discern.
3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep

My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought how sweet to rest

For ever on my Saviour's breasi.
4 Abide with me from morn till eve,

For without Thee I cannot live :
Abide with me when night is nigh,

For without Thee I dare not die.
5 Thou Framer of the light and dark,

Steer through the tempest Thine own ark: Amid the howling wintry sea,

We are in port if we have Thee.
6 If some poor wandering child of Thine

Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;

Let him no more lie down in sin.
7 Watch by the sick: enrich the poor

With blessings from Thy boundless store:
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

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