SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from thy servant's eyes!
Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.
Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Он come, and let us all, with one accord,
Lift up our cheerful voice, and praise the Lord;
Let us this evening bless his holy Name,
Yea, let us laud and magnify the same.
Let universal nature ever raise
A cheerful voice, to give Him thanks and praise; Let us and all his saints his glory sing,
Who is our blessed Saviour, Lord, and King.
For by his Word the heaven and earth were made,
The earth's foundation also firmly laid;
All things were done at his divine command,
And shall throughout all ages surely stand.
Therefore let all in heaven and earth agree
To sing his praise in perfect unity;
Yea, let his servants all, with one accord,
With joyful hallelujahs praise the Lord.
ALMIGHTY GOD, thy throne above
No time can change, no power can move; Thy word the fleeting hours obey,
They speed the night, they close the day.
Oh, cheer the evening of our days
With that bright beam which ne'er decays; And make a happy death the road
To bring our ransom'd souls to God.
Oh, holy Father, holy Son,
And holy Spirit, Three in One, Thy grace devoutly we implore,
Thy name be praised for evermore.
GOD, that madest earth and heaven,
Darkness and light!
Who the day for toil hast given,
For rest the night!
May thine angel-guards defend us,
Slumber sweet thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us,
This livelong night!
Guard us waking, guard us sleeping;
And when we die,
May we, in thy mighty keeping,
When the last dread call shall wake us,
Do not Thou, our God, forsake us,
But to reign in glory take us,
With Thee on high!
THE roseate hues of early dawn,
The brightness of the day,
The crimson of the sunset sky,
How fast they fade away!
Oh! for the pearly gates of heaven,
Oh! for the golden floor,
Oh! for the Sun of Righteousness,
That setteth nevermore!
The highest hopes we cherish here,
How fast they tire and faint!
How many a spot defiles the robe
That wraps an earthly saint!
Oh! for a heart that never sins,
Oh! for a soul wash'd white,
Oh! for a voice to praise our King,
Nor weary day or night.
Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope,
And grace to lead us higher;
But there are perfectness, and peace,
Beyond our best desire.
Oh! by thy love, and anguish, Lord!
Oh! by thy life laid down!
Oh! that we fall not from thy grace,
Nor cast away our crown.
LORD of my life, whose tender care
Hath led me on till now,
Here lowly at the hour of prayer
Before thy throne I bow:
I bless thy gracious hand, and pray
Forgiveness for another day.
Oh! may I daily, hourly, strive
In heavenly grace to grow!
To Thee and to thy glory live-
Dead else to all below:
Tread in the path my Saviour trod,
Though thorny, yet the path to God.
With prayer my humble praise I bring
For mercies day by day:
Lord, teach my heart thy love to sing-
Lord, teach me how to pray:
All that I have, I am, to Thee
I offer, through eternity.
WELCOME, sacred day of rest;
Sweet repose from worldly care;
Day above all days the best,
When our souls for heaven prepare;
Day when our Redeemer rose,
Victor o'er the hosts of hell:
Thus He vanquish'd all our foes;
Let our lips his glory tell.
Gracious Lord, we love this day,
When we hear thy holy word;
When we sing thy praise, and pray :
Earth can no such joys afford.
But a better rest remains,
Heavenly sabbaths, happier days;
Rest from sin, and rest from pains;
Endless joys and endless praise.
THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
To-day He rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.
Hosannah to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Help us, O Lord! descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.
Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes, in God his Father's Name,
To save our sinful race.
Hosannah in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise ;
The highest heavens in which He reigns
Shall give Him nobler praise.
JESUS, where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found,
And every place is hallow'd ground.
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