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EVENING HYMNS. 747
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 ;
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
The grave as little as my bed :
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,
Incessant sing, and never tire ? 7 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow:
Praise Him, all creatures here below:
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,
We are safe if Thou art nigh.
Darkness cannot hide from Thee.
Watchest where Thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
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;
He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep,
Peace is the pillow for iny head;
Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Faith in His name forbids my fear;
O may Thy presence ne'er depart !
The love and kindness of Thy heart. $ Thus when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
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.
Encompass me around,
Hath my Creator found !
To save my sinful soul ? How are my follies multiplied,
Fast as my minutes roll!
To Thy dear cross I flee;
To be renewed by Thee.
I lay me down to rest,
Or on my Saviour's breast.
751 Psalm xcv. 7. C. M. H. K. WHITE 1 0 flown,
And we, a feeble band,
To bless Thy fostering hand.
All evil far remove;
3 Our souls, obedient to Thy sway,
In Christian bonds unite;
And hail the morning light. 4 Thus, cleansed from sin, and wholly Thine,
A flock by Jesus led,
In glory on our head.
And still direct our way,
The dawn of endless day.
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.
They bring me but nearer to Thée. 2 Thy ministering spirits descend,
To watch while Thy saints are asleep;
To guard the elect of mankind. 3 Thy worship no interval knows;
Their fervour is still on the wing ;
I, too, at the season ordained,
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,
Except in all I Thee discern.
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
For ever on my Saviour's breasi.
For without Thee I cannot live :
For without Thee I dare not die.
Steer through the tempest Thine own ark: Amid the howling wintry sea,
We are in port if we have Thee.
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine,
Let him no more lie down in sin.
With blessings from Thy boundless store: