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Naught can charın me here below,

But my Saviour's melting voice :
Lord ! forgive, — thy grace restore, -

Make me thine for evermore.
3 For the blessings of this day,

For the mercies of this hour,
For the gospel's cheering ray,

For thy Spirit's quickening power, —
Grateful notes to thee I raise ;

O, accept my song of praise ! 858

S. M.

Saturday Evening.
1 THE hours of evening close ;

Its lengthened shadows, drawn
O’er scenes of earth, invite repose,

And wait the Sabbath-dawn.
2 So let its calm prevail

O’er forms of outward care ;
Nor thought for “ many things” assail

The still retreat of prayer.
3 Our guardian Shepherd near

His watchful eye will keep ;
And, safe from violence and fear,

Will fold his flock to sleep.
4 So may a holier light

Than earth's our spirits rouse,
And call us, strengthened by his might,

To pay the Lord our vows. 859. L. M. 6 L. PRATT's Coll.

Saturday Evening.
1 SWEET is the last, the parting ray,

Which ushers placid evening in ;
When, with the still, expiring day,
The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin :

How grateful to the anxious breast

The sacred hours of holy rest !
2 Hushed is the tumult of the day,

And worldly cares and business cease,
While soft the vesper-breezes play,

To hymn the glad return of peace :
Delightful season ! kindly given

To turn the wandering thoughts to heaven. 3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come,

Lord ! raise my thoughts from earthly things
And bear them to my heavenly home,

On faith and hope's celestial wings;
Till the last gleam of life decay,

In one eternal Sabbath day. 860. 8 & 7s. M. 6 L. KELLY.

An Evening Offering.
1 THROUGH the day thy love has spared us,

Now we lay us down to rest ;
Through the silent watches guard us,

Let no foe our peace molest;
Father, thou our guardian be;

Sweet it is to trust in thee.
2 Pilgrims here on earth and strangers,

Dwelling in the midst of foes, —
Us and ours preserve from dangers,

In thine arms let us repose,
And, when life's short day is past,

Rest with thee in heaven at last. 861.


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,
We, too, would lift our solemn psalmi

To praise thy goodness and thy power ;
For over us, as over all,

Thy tender mercies still extend,
Nor vainly shall the contrite call

On thee, their Father and their Friend.
L. M.

BOWRING. The Blessing of Sleep.

Is o'er the couch of labor spread;
Sweet minister, unearthly thing,

That hovers round the tired one's head. 2 As calm and cold as mortal clay

When life is Aed, earth soundly sleeps,
When evening veils the eye of day,

And darkness rules the ocean deeps. 3 O, then, thy spirit, Lord, anew

Enkindles strength in sleeping men ;
It falls as falls the evening dew,

And life's sad waste repairs again. 4 Be nature's gentle slumbers mine ;

And lead me gently to the last,
Until I hear thy voice divine,

“ Awake! for death's dark night is passed.” 863. L. M.

1 MY God, I now from sleep awake;
The sole possession of me take ;

From midnight terrors me secure,

And guard my heart from thoughts impure. 2 Blest angels, while we silent lie,

You hallelujahs sing on high ;
You joyful hymn the Ever-blest,

Before the throne, and never rest.
3 I with your choir celestial join,

In offering up a hymn divine ;
With you in heaven I hope to dwell,

And bid the night and world farewell.
4 O, may I always ready stand,

With my lamp burning in my hand ;
May I in sight of heaven rejoice,

Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice.
5 Blest Jesus, thou, on heaven intent,

Whole nights hast in devotion spent ;
But I, frail creature, soon am tired,

And all my zeal is soon expired.
6 Shine on me, Lord, new life impart,

Fresh ardors kindle in my heart;
One ray of thy all-quickening light

Dispels the sloth and clouds of night. 864. L. M.

Evening Hymn.
1 THUS far the Lord has led me on,

Thus far his power prolongs my days !
And every evening shall make known

Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waste,

And I, perhaps, am near my home ;
But he forgives my follies past,

He gives me strength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to sleep ;
Peace is the pillow for my head :

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 !
And in the morning make me hear

Thy love and kindness in my heart.
5 And when the night of death shall come,

Still may I trust almighty love,
The love which triumphs o'er the tomb,

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;
Faint not, thou traveller ; on the sky

Thy weary feet shall rest.
2 Anguish may rend each vital part ;

Poor man, thy strength how frail ! Yet Heaven's own strength shall shield thy heart,

When flesh and heart shall fail.
3 Through death's dark vale, of deepest shade,

Thy feet must surely go ;
Yet there, e'en there, walk undismayed ;

'T is thy last scene of woe.
4 Thy God — and with the tenderest hand -

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;

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