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2 Each field is then a hallowed spot,
An altar is in each man's cot,
3 Look up to heaven, the industrious sun
Already half his race hath run:
But our immortal spirits may.
If we have faltered or transgressed, Guide, from thy love's abundant source, What yet remains of this day's course;
5 Help with thy grace, through life's short day,
Our upward and our downward way;
William Wordsworth, 1894
EHOLD us, Lord, a little space And met within thy holy place
To rest awhile with thee.
2 Around us rolls the ceaseless tide
Of business, toil, and care; And scarcely can we turn aside
For one brief hour of prayer.
3 Yet these are not the only walls
Wherein thou mayst be sought;
In truth and patience wrought.
4 Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart,
The wealth of land and sea, The worlds of science and of art,
Revealed and ruled by thee.
5 Then let us prove our heavenly birth,
In all we do and know;
For thee and not thy foe.
6 Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought
As thou wouldst have it done, And prayer, by thee inspired and taught, Itself with work be one. Amen.
John Ellerton, 1870
O Unity of princely might,
2 To thee our morning song of praise,
To thee our evening prayer we raise;
3 All laud to God the Father be;
All praise, eternal Son, to thee;
To God the holy Paraclete. Amen.
O BATOHTNESS of the immortal Father's
Most holy, heavenly, blest,
2 The sun is sinking now, and one by one
The lamps of evening shine; We hymn the eternal Father, and the Son,
And Holy Ghost divine.
3 Worthy art thou at all times to receive
Our hallowed praises, Lord. O Son of God, be thou, in whom we live, Through all the world adored. Amen.
The Candlelight Hymn," Greek, before 370; Tr. Edward W. Eddis, 1864
Six 10's THE day is gently sinking to a close, Fainter and yet more faint the sun
light glows. O Brightness of thy Father's glory, thou Eternal Light of Light, be with us now. Where thou art present darkness cannot be; Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with
2 Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end;
Onward to darkness and to death we tend. O Conqueror of the grave, be thou our
guide, Be thou our light in death's dark eventide;
Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom, No sting in death, no terror in the tomb.
3 Thou, who in darkness walking didst
appear Upon the waves, and thy disciples cheer, Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when
storms assail, And earthly hopes and human succours fail. When all is dark may we behold thee nigh, And hear thy voice: “Tear not, for it is I."
4 The weary world is mouldering to decay,
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away;
radiant morn hath passed away, And spent too soon her golden store; The shadows of departing day
Creep on once more.
2 Our life is but an autumn sun,
Its glorious noon, how quickly past; Lead us, O Christ, our lifework done,
Safe home at last.
30 by thy soul-inspiring grace,
Uplift our hearts to realms on high; Help us to look to that bright place
Beyond the sky,
4 Where light, and life, and joy, and peace
In undivided empire reign,
Their deathless strain; 5 Where saints are clothed in spotless white
And evening shadows never fall, Where thou, eternal Light of Light, Art Lord of all. Amen.
Godfrey Thring, 1864 15
18.104.22.168.7.7 THROUGH the day thy love has spared
Jesus, thou our guardian be;
2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes;
And, when life's short day is past,
Thomas Kelly, 1806 16
22.214.171.124 FOLY Father, cheer our way
With thy love's perpetual ray;
Light at evening time.
When earth's brightness disappears;
Light at evening time.