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Now, weary frame, thy rest prepare.
In holy quiet closing,

Ye burdened eyes, shut out your care,
Give all to God's disposing:

But one word curtain in,

"Lord Jesus, I am Thine!"

So endeth all my day aright.

Now, dearest Lord, good-night-good-night.

The child leans on his parent's breast.

"As a bird that wandereth from her nest, so is a man that wandereth from his place."

8.8.8.4.8.4.

ISAAC WILLIAMS, 1842.

Hubert.

M. WOOLSEY STRYKER, 1883. har. B. C. B.

1. The child leans on his parent's breast, Leaves there his cares, and is at rest; The bird sits singing

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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, Lord, abide with me.

5.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless :
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

6.

Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes;
Shine thro the gloom, and point me to the skies;

Heaven's morning breaks! and Earth's vain shadows flee!
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Amen.

Softly now the light of day.

And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With low ly love and fer- vent will.

Thro life's long day and death's dark night, O gen - tle Jesus, be our Light.