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I would desire to be:

By day, by night, at home, abroad,
I would be still with Thee.

2 With Thee when dawn comes in,
And calls me back to care,
Each day returning to begin
With Thee, my God, in prayer.

3 With Thee when day is done, And evening calms the mind; The setting, as the rising sun With Thee my heart would find. mf 4 With Thee, in Thee, by faith Abiding I would be;

mf 3 Through changes, bright or drear, We would Thy will pursue;

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And toil to spread Thy kingdom here,

Till we its glory view.

4 To God, the only wise,

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In every age adored,

Let glory from the church arise Through Jesus Christ our Lord!

AMEN.

E. T. Fitch.

At dismission.
Once more, before we part,
Oh, bless the Saviour's name!
Let every tongue and every heart
Adore and praise the same.

2 Lord, in Thy grace we came,
That blessing still impart;
We met in Jesus' sacred name,
In Jesus' name we part.
3 Still on Thy holy word

Help us to feed and grow,
Still to go on to know the Lord,
And practice what we know.
4 Now, Lord, before we part,

Help us to bless Thy name :
Let every tongue and every heart
Adore and praise the same. AMEN.

J. Hart.

W. F. SUDDS.

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Upon our beds to rest;

So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we here possessed.
Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.

mf 4 And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
Oh, may we in Thy bosom rest,
The bosom of Thy love.

AMEN.

J. Leland.

1 The day of praise is done;

The evening shadows fall;
Yet pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all!

2 Around Thy throne on high,

Where night can never be, The white-robed harpers of the sky Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.

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3 Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire;
But oh, the strains how full and clear
Of that eternal choir !

mf 4 Shine Thou within us, then,
A day that knows no end,
Till songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.

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Evening.

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AMEN.

A. Steele.

How fast its moments fly, While evening's broad and gloomy shade

Gains on the western sky.

2 Ye mortals, mark its pace,

And use the hours of light;
And know, its Maker can command
At once eternal night.

mf 3 Give glory to the Lord,

Who rules the whirling sphere ; Submissive at His footstool bow, And seek salvation there.

4 Then shall new lustre break

Through death's impending gloom, And lead you to unchanging light, In your celestial home. AMEN.

P. Doddridge.