8 Come near and bless us when we wake,

Ere through the world our way we take:
Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.

754 Psalm exli. 2.

N Let incense-filames arise :

C. M. MASON. TOW from the altar of our hearts

1

Assist us, Lord, to offer up

Our evening sacrifice.
2 Awake, our love ; awake, our joy ;

Awake, our heart and tongue:
Sleep not when mercies loudly call;

Break forth into a song.
3 Minutes and mercies multiplied

Have made up all this day :
Minutes came quick, but mercies were

More fleet and free than they.
4 New time, new favour, and new joys

Do a new song require :
Till we shall praise Thee as we would,

Accept our hearts' desire.
5 Lord of our time, whose hand hath set

New time upon our score;
Thee may we praise for all our time,

When time shall be no more,

755 Psalm civ. 20.

7's. GREGORY." 1

Thou didst cause the light to shine; Thou didst bring Thy sunbeams forth

O'er Thy new created earth.
2 Shade of night and morning ray,

Took from Thee the name of day:
Now again the shades are nigh;
Listen to our mournful cry.

3 May we ne'er, by guilt depress'd,

Lose the way to endless rest;
May no thoughts impure and vain

Draw our souls to earth again. 4 Rather lift them to the skies,

Where our much-loved treasure lies;
Help us in our daily strife,

Make us struggle into life. 5 Holy Father, Holy Son,

Holy Spirit, Three in One,
Praise and glory be to Thee,
Now and for eternity.

756

Prov. ill. 24. 8.6.6. MORAVIAN 1 TRE I sleep, for every favour

,

I will bless my Saviour. 2 O my Lord, what shall I render

To Thy name, still the same,

Merciful and tender? 3 Leave me not, but ever love me,

Let Thy peace be my bliss,

Till Thou hence remove me. 4 Thou my rock, my guard, my tower,

Safely keep, while I sleep,

Me with sovereign power.
5 So whene'er in death I slumber,

Let me rise, with the wise,
Counted in their number.

Levit. . 6.
757 HYMNS OF VIELE PRIMITIVE CHURCH.
1 TOU brightness of the Father's face,

Thou Sun of heavenly day,
Thou Christ, whose gracious beams romove

The soul's dark shades away:

THO

2 The sun is sunk; the shadowy night

Is reigning in his room; Continue, Lord, Thy saving help,

And keep us through the gloom.
3 What though our eyes be sunk in sleep,

To Thee our hearts ascend;
Do Thou with Thine alınighty hand

Thy loving saints defend. 4 What though by earthly woes oppress'd,

The body wearied lies,
Yet may the spirit freely wing

Its passage to the skies.
6 O Thou who art our only hope,

Thy help we humbly crave;
Defend Thy blood-bought people, Lord,

Whom Jesus died to save.
6 To God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Holy Ghost,
All glory be from souls on earth,

And from the angel host.

758
Ohbusana odours mingling rise,

Psalm cxxi. 4-7.
N the dewy breath

1

Borne like incense up to heaven,

Nature's evening sacrifice.
2 With her balmy offerings blending,

Let our glad thanksgivings be
To Thy throne, O Lord, ascending,

Incense of our hearts to Thee.
3 Thou, whose favours without number

All our days with gladness bless ;
Let Thine eye that knows no slumber,

Guard our hours of helplessness.

4 Then, though conscious we are sleeping

In the outer courts of death,
Safe beneath a Father's keeping,

Calm we rest in placid faith.
6 Lord, when life is closing round us,

Dark with anguish, faint with fear, Let Thy beams of love surround us,

Let us know Thee, feel Thee near.

759 HOW

Zech. xiv. 7. P. M. WATTS. 1 Low fine has the day been! how bright

was the sun! How lovely and joyful the course that he

run, Though he rose in a mist when his race he

begun, And there followed some droppings of

rain; But now the fair traveller comes to tho

west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are

best, He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his

rest, And foretells a bright rising again. 2 Just such is the Christian: his course he

begins, Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns

for his sins, And melts into tears; then he breaks out

and shines,
And travels his heavenly way;
But when he comes nearer to finish his race,
Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in

grace,
And gives a sure hope at the end of his days,

of rising in brighter array,

1760 Gen. xxiv. 63.

I

C. M. DAVIDSON. LOVE to steal awhile away

And spend the hours of setting day

In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear;
And all His promises to plead,

When none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past,

And future good implore ;
And all my fears and sorrows cast

On Him whom I adore.
4 I love, by faith, to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heaven;
Such prospects do my strength renew,

While here by tempests driven.
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,

May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,

And lead to endless day.

761 FATH

Psalm xxix. 11. 6'8 & 4's 1 ATHER of love and power,

Guard Thou our evening hour,

Shield with Thy might.
For all Thy care this day
Our grateful thanks we pay,
And to our Father pray,

Bless us to-night.
2 Jesus Emmanuel,
Como in Thy love to dwell

In hearts contrite;