3 Soon o'er a world in sleep reclining,
Numberless stars through yonder dark
Shall look like eyes of seraphs, shining
From out the veil that hides the ark.

4 Grant that beneath thine eye, securely,
Our souls from conscious life withdrawn,
May, undisturbed, serenely, purely,
Like sealed fountains rest till dawn.

7.

Stephens.

8.

Evening Hymn.

1 AND now another day is gone,
I'll sing my Maker's praise,

C. M.

Watts.

My comforts every hour make known
His providence and grace.

2 But how my childhood runs to waste!
My sins, how great their sum!
Lord, give me pardon for the past,
And strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep,
Let angels guard my head;

And, through the hours of darkness, keep
Their watch around my bed.

4 With cheerful heart I close my eyes,
Since thou wilt not remove;
And in the morning let me rise,
Rejoicing in thy love.

Evening Hymn.
Boylston.

1 THE day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;

S. M.

EVENING HYMN.

O may we all remember well,
The night of death draws near.

2. We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;

So death shall soon disrobe us all
Of what we here possessed.

3 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;

9, 10.

May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.

9.

Uxbridge.

Evening Hymn.

L. M.

Pierpont.

1 ANOTHER day its course has run,
And still, O God! thy child is blest;
For thou hast been by day my sun,
And thou wilt be by night my rest.

2 Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close,
And now, when all the world is still,
I give my body to repose,

My spirit to my Father's will.

10.

Hebron.

Evening Hymn.

L. M.

Collyer.

1 ANOTHER fleeting day is gone;

Slow o'er the west the shadows rise;
Swift the soft stealing hours have flown,
And night's dark mantle veils the skies.

2 Another fleeting day is gone,

Swept from the records of the year;
And still, with each successive sun,
Life's fading visions disappear.

3 Another fleeting day is gone
To join the fugitives before;
And I, when life's employ is done,
Shall sleep, to wake in time no more.

4 Another fleeting day is

gone;

But soon a fairer day shall rise,

A day, whose never setting sun

Shall pour its light o'er cloudless skies.

5 Another fleeting day is gone;
In solemn silence rest, my soul!
Bow down before his awful throne,
Who bids the morn and evening roll.

11.

The Autumn Evening.

Woodstock.

C. M.

W. B. O. Peabody.

1 BEHOLD the western evening light!
It melts in deep'ning gloom;
So calmly Christians sink away,
Descending to the tomb.

2 The winds breathe low; the with'ring leaf
Scarce whispers from the tree;
So gently flows the parting breath,
When good men cease to be.

3 How beautiful on all the hills
The crimson light is shed!

"T is like the peace the Christian gives
To mourners round his bed.

4 How mildly on the wand'ring cloud
The sunset beam is cast!

"T is like the mem'ry left behind

When loved ones breathe their last.

12.

13.

MORNING OR EVENING HYMN. 12, 13.

5 And now above the dews of night,
The yellow star appears;

So faith springs in the breast of those,
Whose eyes are bathed in tears.

6 But soon the morning's happier light
Its glory shall restore;

-And eyelids, that are sealed in death,
Shall wake to close no more.

Morning or Evening.

Rockingham.

L. M.

Watts.

1 My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently distil, like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.

3 I yield my powers to thy command;
To thee I would devote my days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

Arlington.

Sabbath Morning.

1 This is the day when Christ arose
So early from the dead;

C. M.

Watts.

Why should I keep my eyelids closed,
And waste my hours in bed?

2 To-day with pleasure, Christians meet,
To pray and hear the word;

And I would go with cheerful feet
To learn thy will, O Lord.

3 I'll leave my sport to read and pray;
And so prepare for heaven:
O may I love this blessed day
The best of all the seven.

14.

Peterboro'.

15.

Commencing Hymn.

C. M.

Kirke White.

1 O LORD, another week is flown,
And we, a youthful band,

Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fostering hand.

2 And wilt thou lend a listening ear
To praises low as ours?

Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.

3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign,
As in thy name we pray;
For thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are weak as they.

Commencing Hymn.

Duke Street.

L. M.

1 God is so good that he will hear
Whenever children humbly pray;
He always lends a gracious ear
To what the youngest child may say.

2 His own most holy book declares,
That, as a tender father will,
He listens to our lowly prayers,

And what we ask will grant us still.