Christian Chorals for the Chapel & Fireside

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!

All Thy works shall praise Thy name, in Earth, and sky, and sea: Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty ;

God in Three Persons, blesséd Trinity! Amen.

Now the day is over.

I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep."

6.5.6.5.

SABINE BARING-GOULD, 1865, abr.

Twilight.

JOSEPH BARNBY, 1868.

L.M.

All praise to Thee, my God, this night.

"Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice."

THOMAS KEN, 1697, abr,

Evening Hymn.

THOMAS TALLIS, cir. 1567, a.

1. All praise to Thee, my God! this night, For all the blessings of

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the light:

Keep me, Oh ! keep me, King of kings! Be-neath Thine own al

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.

When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest;
No powers of darkness me molest.

mer-cy's sake, Oh, pi ty take, O Holy, Holy, Ho

Thou, Lord, hast, from my couch of rest uplifted me ;
Oh, light my mind; Oh, light my heart;

And ope my lips to take their part

In praising Thee, Blest Trinity.

O Holy, Holy, Holy!

The Judge will on a sudden come, to bring to light

The deeds of each, that secret lie;
But, unalarmed, we still will cry,
Amid the fright, At dead of night,
O Holy, Holy, Holy! Amen.

Blessed Spirit! Comforter!

Ah! the rest which yet remains

Sent, this day, from Christ on high; For Thy people, Lord, above,

Lord, on me Thy gifts confer,

Cleanse, illumine, sanctify!
All Thine influence shed abroad,
Lead me to the truth of God!

IO.

L. M.

Knows nor change, nor fears, nor pains,

Endless as their Saviour's love.

Oh, may every Sabbath here
Bring us to that rest more near!

Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear.

JOHN KEBLE, 1827. abr.

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