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GREENWOOD, S, M,

SWEETSER.

143.

BONAR.

Psalm 139.
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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.

144.

Luke 24 : 29.

J. M. Neale.

THE:day, O Lord, is spent,

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 !

VESPER. S. M.

A. CHAPIN.

145.

Ps. 4:8.

LELAND.

T 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.
3 Lord, keep us safe this night,

Secure from all our fears ;
May angels guard us while we sleep,

Till morning light appears.
4 And when we early rise

To view the unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,

And after glory run.

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blessing,

Ere repose our spirits seal ;
Sin and want we come confessing ;

Thou canst save, and thou canst heal.
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.
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.
147.
Ps. 39 : 12-13.

C. C. Cox

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 ! 148.

AINLY through night's weary hours,

Psalm 127.

Miss AUBER.

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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. 149.

It is toward evening." MRS. C S. Smith

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TAFor the day is passing by

Saviour !
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!

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Which before the cross I spend,
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 bedewirg,

Plead and claim my peace with God. 151.*

Ps. 27 : 8-9.

KELLY.

K us !

Vain our hope, if left by thee;
We are thine ; oh, leave us never,
Till thy glorious face we see!

ll: Then to praise thee ://
Through a bright eternity.

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