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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 Psalm xxxiv. 7.

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NSPIRER and hearer of prayer,

Thou Shepherd and Guardian of Thine,

My all to Thy covenant care

I, sleeping and waking, resign.

If 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 Thee.

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
throne,

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.

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

753

Luke xxiv. 29.
CHRISTIAN YEAR.

L. M.

1 UN 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 breast.

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.

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

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Psalm cxli. 2. C. M.

MASON.

from the altar of our hearts Let incense-flames arise:

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 COURCE of light and life divine,

Shou 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. 11. 24.

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8.6.6.

MORAVIAN.

RE I sleep, for every favour
This day shew'd by my God,
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. xxvi. 6.

C. M.

757 HYMNS OF THE PRIMITIVE CHURCH. THOU brightness of the Father's face, Thou Sun of heavenly day,

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Thou Christ, whose gracious beams romove 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.

3 What though our eyes be sunk in sleep,
To Thee our hearts ascend;

Do Thou with Thine almighty hand
Thy loving saints defend.

4 What though by carthly woes oppress'd,
The body wearied lies,
Yet may the spirit freely wing
Its passage to the skies.

5 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 Psalm cxxl. 4-7.

8.7.

ELIOTT.

N the dewy breath of even
Thousand odours mingling rise,
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.

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