6 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 7 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes, Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. 884 Psalm xlii. 8. L. M. SIR T. BROWNE 1 TH HE night is come; like to the day, Depart not Thou, great God, away; Let not my sins, all black as night, Eclipse the lustre of Thy light. 2 Keep Thou still in my heaven; for me 3 Guard me against those watchful foes, Whose eyes are open while mine close; Let no ill dreams my sleep infest, But such as Jacob's slumbers bless'd. 4 That so I may, my rest being wrought, Awake into some holy thought; And with an active vigour run My course, as doth the unwearied sun. 5 Sleep is a death; O make me try, 885 1 FOR SATURDAY EVENING. Luke xxiii. 54. Heb. iv. 9. 8.7. SOUL, thy week of toil is ended, And a voice, whilst world-cares fly, 2 Nearing Sabbath, how I bless thee! 3 Is my journey full of sadness, Through a desert wild and drear? Be to me a well of gladness; Bid me quite forget my fear. 4 Clouds on clouds my way may darken; But thy rainbow gleams above, And the storms and wild winds hearken 6 Then the heavenly rest to enter, 886 Luke xxiil. 54. D.S.M. CONDER. 1 HE hours of evening close: O'er scenes of earth, invite repose, And wait the Sabbath dawn. So let its calm prevail O'er forms of outward care; Nor thought for "many things" assail The still retreat of prayer. 2 Our guardian Shepherd near, Than earth's, our spirits rouse, And call us, strengthened by His might, To pay the Lord our vows. 887 FAR 1 Jer. ix. 2. C. M. COWPER. from the world, O Lord, I flee, 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 3 There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, O with what peace, and joy, and love, 4 There like the nightingale she pours Nor asks a witness of her song, 5 Author and Guardian of my life, 6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above 888 Job xiil. 15. 1 FOR OR what shall I praise Thee, For what blessings the tribute Shall I praise Thee for pleasure, And the sunshine of peace? 2 Shall I praise Thee for flowers And pleasures possess'd? 3 For this would I praise Thee! I should leave half untold 4 For nights of anxiety, A present of pain, A perspective of fears; They are withered and gone; The thorn it was poignant, 889 1 Zech. xiii. 9. P. M. R. HEY. ORD, unto Thee I lift a troubled heart, L° But if Thy hand have sent the sting-the smart, If Thou art nigh, Nigh though unseen, upon my knees I pray, Dry not those tears: take not that sting away! 2 Clothe me with sackcloth, mingle Thou my food With ashes still; I'll bless the hand that is educing good Should I thus walk in darkness, if my sight Could bear undazzled more of heaven's own light? 3 Not till the molten gold be purified, Slack Thou the flame: Give me but grace Thy pleasure to abide, To see Thy aim; To know that Thou art with me in the fire: I need no more; I nothing else desire. 890 1 1 Peter i. 24, 25. 7.6. LYTE. THE leaves around me falling Are preaching of decay; The hollow winds are calling, |