EDMESTON.

SAVIOR, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing;
Thou canst save, and thou canst heal.
Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrow near us fly,
Angel guards from thee surround us;
We are safe if thou art nigh.

Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee; Thou art he who, never weary,

Watchest where thy people be; Should swift death this night o'ertake us,

And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom.

Jesus a Friend.

NEWTON.

ONE there is above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,

Costly, free, and knows no end: They who once his kindness prove, Find it everlasting love.||:

Which of all our friends, to save us,

Could or would have shed his blood? But our Savior died to have us Reconciled in him to God: : This was boundless love indeed! Jesus is a friend in need !||:

Oh, for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love! We, alas! forget too often

What a friend we have above; ||: But when home our souls are brought, We will love thee as we ought.||:

Oh, to grace how great a debtor,

Daily I'm constrained to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to thee: Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,

Prone to leave the God I love;

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Lord, Lead Us!

HASTINGS.

GENTLY, Lord, oh, gently lead us,

Whereso'er through earth we range, May not pride or fear impede us,

Nor our hope to doubting change. When temptation's darts assail us, When in devious paths we stray, Let thy goodness never fail us, Lead us in thy perfect way.

In the hour of pain and anguish,

In the hour when death is near, Suffer not our souls to languish, Suffer not our souls to fear. And when mortal life is ended, Bid us in thy presence rest,

Seal it from thy courts above.

With the anthems of the blest.

PART in peace! is day before us?

Praise his name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? Bless his care who guards the night.

Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving,
Rendering as we homeward tread,
Gracious service to the living,
Tranquil memory to the dead.
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The Departed. S. F. SMITH'
SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely,
Gentle as the summer breeze,
Pleasant as the air of evening,
When it floats among the trees.

Peaceful be thy silent slumber,

Peaceful in the grave so low : Tho no more wilt join our number,

Thou no more our song shalt know.

Dearest sister, thou hast left us; Here thy loss we deeply feel; But 'tis God that hath bereft us; He can all our sorrows heal.