52 Lowry. L.M.

Morning Praise.

Awake, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise

To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part,

Who all night long unwearied sing

High praises to th' eternal King.

3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refreshed me when I slept;

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,

I may of endless life partake.

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;

Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will,

And with thyself my spirit fill.

Bp. Ken, 1709.

53 Vigil. S.M.

(1169) Morning Song.

See how the morning sun

Pursues his shining way;

And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,

With ev'ry bright'ning ray.

2 Thus would my rising soul

Its heavenly Parent sing,

And to its great Original

The humble tribute bring.

3 Serene I laid me down,

Beneath his guardian care;

I slept, and I awoke, and found

My kind Preserver near.

4 My life I would anew

Devote, O Lord, to thee;

And in thy service I would spend

A long eternity.

T. Scott.

54 Evening Prayer. 8s & 7s.

(1171) Evening Blessing Desired.

Savior, breathe an evening blessing,

E'er repose our spirits seal;

Sin and want we come confessing,

Thou canst save and thou canst heal.

2 Though destruction walk around us,

Though the arrows past us fly;

Angel guards from thee surround us,

We are safe if thou art nigh.

3 Though the night be dark and dreary,

Darkness cannot hide from thee;

Thou art he who, never weary,

Watchest where thy people be.

4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,

And our couch become our tomb,

May the morn in heaven awake us,

Clad in bright and deathless bloom.

James Edmeston, 1820.

55 Hursley. L.M.

(1165) Evening Hymn.

Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear,

It is not night if thou be near;

Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise

To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep

My weary eye-lids gently steep,

Be my last thought, how sweet to rest

Forever on my Savior's breast.

3 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.

4 Come near and bless us when we wake,

Ere thro' the world our way we take,

Till in the ocean of thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

Rev. J. Keble, 1827.

56 Eventide. 10s.

Evening of the Day.

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;

The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!

2 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,

But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord,

Familiar, condescending, patient, free,

Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.

3 I need thy presence every passing hour;

What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?

Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?

Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!

4 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;

Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away:

Change and decay in all around I see;

O thou, who changest not, abide with me!

Henry Francis Lyte, 1847.

57 Eventide. 10s.

Closing Hymn.

Savior, again to thy dear name we raise

With one accord our parting hymn of praise;

We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease,

And now, departing, wait thy word of peace.

2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way;

With thee begun, with thee shall end the day;

Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame,

That in this house have called upon thy name.

3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night;

Turn thou for us its darkness into light;

From harm and danger keep thy children free,

For dark and light are both alike to thee.

John Ellerton, 1868.

58 Seymour, 7s.

Evening Devotion.

Softly now the light of day

Fades upon my sight away;

Free from care, from labor free,

Lord, I would commune with thee.

2 Thou whose all pervading eye

Naught escapes without, within,

Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault, and secret sin.

3 Soon, for me, the light of day

Shall forever pass away;

Then, from sin and sorrow free,

Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.

4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known

All of man's infirmity;

Then from thine eternal throne,

Jesus, look with pitying eye.

G.W. Doane, 1824.

59 Stockwell. 8s & 7s.

Evening Meditations.

Silently the shades of evening

Gather round my lowly door;

Silently they bring before me

Faces I shall see no more.

2 O the lost, the unforgotten,

Tho' the world be oft forgot!

O the shrouded and the lonely!

In our hearts they perish not.

3 Living in the silent hours,

Where our spirits only blend--

They, unlinked with earthly trouble;

We, still hoping for its end.

4 How such holy memories cluster,

Like the stars when storms are past;

Pointing up to that far heaven

We may hope to gain at last.

C.C. Cox

60 Fading, Still Fading P.M., with Refrain.

Evening Prayer.

Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining;

Father in heaven, the day is declining;

Safety and innocence flee with the light,

Temptation and danger walk forth with the night.

From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime,

Shield us from danger, keep us from crime.

REF.--Father, have mercy,

Father, have mercy,

Father, have mercy, thro' Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

2 Father in heaven, O hear when we call;

Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Savior of all.

Feeble and fainting, we trust in thy might;

In doubting and darkness thy love be our light;

Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns,

Wake in thine arms when morning returns.

Selina Huntingdon

61 God Be With You. P.M.

Parting Blessing.

God be with you till we meet again,

By his counsels guide, uphold you,

With his sheep securely fold you,

God be with you till we meet again

CHO.--Till we meet, till we meet,

Till we meet at Jesus' feet;

Till we meet, till we meet,

God be with you till we meet again.

2 God be with you till we meet again,

'Neath his wings securely hide you,

Daily manna still provide you,

God be with you till we meet again.

3 God be with you till we meet again,

When life's perils thick confound you,

Put his arms unfailing round you,

God be with you till we meet again.

4 God be with you till we meet again,

Keep love's banner floating o'er you,

Smite death's threat'ning wave before you,

God be with you till we meet again.

J.E. Rankin D.D.

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