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5 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love

Fit us for perfect rest above :
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.

L. M. 1 JESU, Lord of heavenly grace,

Thou brightness of Thy Father's face, Thou Fountain of eternal light,

Whose beams disperse the shades of night! 2 Come, holy Sun of heavenly love,

Shower down Thy radiance from above;
And to our inward hearts convey

The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray. 3 O hallow this returning day!

Let meekness be our morning ray,
And faithful love our noonday light,

And hope our sunset calm and bright. 4 O Christ, with each succeeding morn

Thine image to our hearts is borne ;
O may we ever clearly see
Our Saviour and our God in Thee !

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1 (LORY to Thee, my God, this night,

U For all the blessings of the light!
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings.

2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,

The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread

The grave as little as my bed ;
Teach me to die, that so I may

Rise glorious at the awful day.
4 O may my soul on Thee repose,

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make

To serve my God when I awake.
5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;

Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost !

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1 CUN of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear,

D It is not night if Thou be near :
O may no earth-born cloud arise,

To hide Thee from Thy servants' eyes !
2 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 ! 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.

1 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.

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LORD, another day is flown,
U And we, a feeble band,
Are met once more before Thy throne

To bless Thy fostering hand.
2 Thou, Jesus, with Thy smiles wilt deign

To cheer us, as we pray;
For Thou didst bless the infant train,

And we are weak as they.
3 O let Thy grace perform its part,

And let contention cease,
And shed abroad in every heart

Thine everlasting peace !
4 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely Thine,

A flock by Jesus led,
The Sun of holiness shall shine

In glory on our head.
5 And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet,

And Thou wilt bless our way,
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of lasting day.

P. M. i THROUGH the day Thy love hath spared us ;

I Now we lay us down to rest ;
Through the silent watches guard us ;

Let no foe our peace molest;

Jesu, Thou our Guardian be,

Sweet it is to trust in Thee !
2 Pilgrims here on earth and strangers,

Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers,

In Thine arms may we repose ;
And when life's short day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last.

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Morning or Evening. 1 MY God, how endless is Thy love!

11 Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies from above

Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtain of the night,

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours !
Thy sovereign word restores the light,

And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 1 yield my powers to Thy command ;

To Thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from Thy hand

Demand perpetual songs of praise.

C. M.

1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made,

I He calls the hours His own :
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne.

2 To day He rose, and left the dead,

And Satan's empire fell;
To day the saints His triumph spread,

And all His wonders tell.
3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men

With messages of grace ;
Who comes in God the Father's Name,

To save our sinful race.
4 Hosanna in the highest strains

The Church on earth can raise !
The highest heaven in which He reigns

Shall give Him nobler praise.

L. M. 1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,

A Another Sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

Improve the day thy God hath blest.
2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,

As grateful incense to the skies :
And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows !
3 This heavenly calm within the breast

Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the Church of God remains,

The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties let the day,

In holy pleasures, pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end !

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