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TILL with thee, O my God,
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, amid the crowd
That throngs the busy mart,
To hear thy voice, 'mid clamor loud,
Speak softly to my heart:
4 With thee, when day is done,
And evening calms the mind:
The setting as the rising sun
With thee my heart would find:
5 With thee, in thee, by faith
Abiding I would be ;
By day, by night, in life, in death,
I would be still with thee.
Luke 24: 29.
HE day, O Lord, is spent,
Abide with us and rest;
Our heart's desires are fully bent
On making thee our guest.
2 We have not reached that land,
That happy land, as yet,
Where holy angels round thee stand,
Whose sun can never set.
3 Our sun is sinking now;
Our day is almost o'er:
O Sun of righteousness, do thou
Shine on us evermore !
Ps. 4 8.
HE day is
The evening shades appear;
Oh, may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
2 We lay our garments by
Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all,
Of what we've here possessed.
4 And when we early rise
To view the unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.
3 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.
2 Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrow near us fly,
Angel-guards from thee surround us;
We are safe, if thou art nigh.
Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing;
Thou canst save, and thou canst heal.
3 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness can not hide from thee:
Thou art he who, never weary,
Watcheth where thy people be.
4 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.
Ps. 39: 12-13.
Gather round our lonely door;
Silently they bring before us
Faces we shall see no more.
2 Oh, the lost, the unforgotten!
Though the world be oft forgot;
Oh, the shrouded and the lonely!
In our hearts they perish not.
3 Living in the silent hours,
Where our spirits only blend;
They, unlinked with earthly trouble,
We, still hoping for the end.
4 How such holy memories cluster,
Like the stars when storms are past,
Pointing up to that fair heaven
We may hope to gain at last!
AINLY through night's weary hours,
Vain our bulwarks, and our towers,
But for God's protecting arm.
2 Vain were all our toil and labor,
Did not God that labor bless;
Vain, without his grace and favor,
Every talent we possess.
3 Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed;
He shall grant us peace and rest:
Ne'er was suppliant disappointed,
Who to Christ his prayer addressed.
"It is toward evening."
ARRY with me, 0
For the day is passing by:
See! the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.
2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
Paler now the glowing west,
Swift the night of death advances;
Shall it be the night of rest?
3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself on thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness:
While I sleep, still watch by me,
4 Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
Lay my head upon thy breast
Till the morning; then awake me—
Morning of eternal rest!
John 19: 25.
WEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Life and health and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still, in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
3 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion
Beaming in his gracious eye.
4 Here I'll sit-forever viewing
Mercy streaming in his blood;
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
Vain our hope, if left by thee;
We are thine; oh, leave us never,
Till thy glorious face we see!
|: Then to praise thee :||
Through a bright eternity.