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8 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take:
754 Psalm exli. 2.
N Let incense-filames arise :
C. M. MASON. TOW from the altar of our hearts
Assist us, Lord, to offer up
Our evening sacrifice.
Awake, our heart and tongue:
Break forth into a song.
Have made up all this day :
More fleet and free than they.
Do a new song require :
Accept our hearts' desire.
New time upon our score;
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.
Took from Thee the name of day:
3 May we ne'er, by guilt depress'd,
Lose the way to endless rest;
Draw our souls to earth again. 4 Rather lift them to the skies,
Where our much-loved treasure lies;
Make us struggle into life. 5 Holy Father, Holy Son,
Holy Spirit, Three in One,
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.
Let me rise, with the wise,
Levit. . 6.
Thou Sun of heavenly day,
The soul's dark shades away:
2 The sun is sunk; the shadowy night
Is reigning in his room; Continue, Lord, Thy saving help,
And keep us through the gloom.
To Thee our hearts ascend;
Thy loving saints defend. 4 What though by earthly woes oppress'd,
The body wearied lies,
Its passage to the skies.
Thy help we humbly crave;
Whom Jesus died to save.
And God the Holy Ghost,
And from the angel host.
Psalm cxxi. 4-7.
Borne like incense up to heaven,
Nature's evening sacrifice.
Let our glad thanksgivings be
Incense of our hearts to Thee.
All our days with gladness bless ;
Guard our hours of helplessness.
4 Then, though conscious we are sleeping
In the outer courts of death,
Calm we rest in placid faith.
Dark with anguish, faint with fear, Let Thy beams of love surround us,
Let us know Thee, feel Thee near.
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
of rising in brighter array,
1760 Gen. xxiv. 63.
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;
When none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore ;
On Him whom I adore.
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
While here by tempests driven.
May its departing ray
And lead to endless day.
Psalm xxix. 11. 6'8 & 4's 1 ATHER of love and power,
Guard Thou our evening hour,
Shield with Thy might.
Bless us to-night.
In hearts contrite;