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Naught can charın me here below,
But my Saviour's melting voice :
Make me thine for evermore.
For the mercies of this hour,
For thy Spirit's quickening power, —
O, accept my song of praise ! 858
Its lengthened shadows, drawn
And wait the Sabbath-dawn.
O’er forms of outward care ;
The still retreat of prayer.
His watchful eye will keep ;
Will fold his flock to sleep.
Than earth's our spirits rouse,
To pay the Lord our vows. 859. L. M. 6 L. PRATT's Coll.
Which ushers placid evening in ;
How grateful to the anxious breast
The sacred hours of holy rest !
And worldly cares and business cease,
To hymn the glad return of peace :
To turn the wandering thoughts to heaven. 3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come,
Lord ! raise my thoughts from earthly things
On faith and hope's celestial wings;
In one eternal Sabbath day. 860. 8 & 7s. M. 6 L. KELLY.
An Evening Offering.
Now we lay us down to rest ;
Let no foe our peace molest;
Sweet it is to trust in thee.
Dwelling in the midst of foes, —
In thine arms let us repose,
Rest with thee in heaven at last. 861.
L. M. W. H. BURLEIGH.
A Psalm of Night. 1 DAY unto day doth utter speech,
And night to night thy voice makes known ; Through all the earth, where thought may reach, Is heard the glad and solemn tone;
And worlds beyond the farthest star .. Whose light hath reached the human eye, Catch the high anthem from afar,
That rolls along immensity. 2 O Holy Father, 'mid the calm
And stillness of the evening hour,
To praise thy goodness and thy power ;
Thy tender mercies still extend,
On thee, their Father and their Friend.
BOWRING. The Blessing of Sleep.
Is o'er the couch of labor spread;
That hovers round the tired one's head. 2 As calm and cold as mortal clay
When life is Aed, earth soundly sleeps,
And darkness rules the ocean deeps. 3 O, then, thy spirit, Lord, anew
Enkindles strength in sleeping men ;
And life's sad waste repairs again. 4 Be nature's gentle slumbers mine ;
And lead me gently to the last,
“ Awake! for death's dark night is passed.” 863. L. M.
From midnight terrors me secure,
And guard my heart from thoughts impure. 2 Blest angels, while we silent lie,
You hallelujahs sing on high ;
Before the throne, and never rest.
In offering up a hymn divine ;
And bid the night and world farewell.
With my lamp burning in my hand ;
Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice.
Whole nights hast in devotion spent ;
And all my zeal is soon expired.
Fresh ardors kindle in my heart;
Dispels the sloth and clouds of night. 864. L. M.
Thus far his power prolongs my days !
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
And I, perhaps, am near my home ;
He gives me strength for days to come.
While well appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear :
0, may thy presence ne'er depart !
Thy love and kindness in my heart.
Still may I trust almighty love,
And leads to perfect bliss above.
C. M. West Boston COLL The Christian encouraged in Sickness. 1 0, THERE'S a better world on high ;
Hope on, thou pious breast;
Thy weary feet shall rest.
Poor man, thy strength how frail ! Yet Heaven's own strength shall shield thy heart,
When flesh and heart shall fail.
Thy feet must surely go ;
'T is thy last scene of woe.
Shall guard the traveller through ; “Hail ! " shalt thou cry ; " hail ! promised land!
And, wilderness, adieu ! ” 5 O Father, make our souls thy care, And bring us safe to thee;