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Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

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Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1709.

The Sabbath given to our Fathers.
Ps. lxxxi.

I SING to the Lord, our Might,
With holy fervor sing;

Let hearts and instruments unite
To praise our heavenly King.

2 This is His holy house,

And this His festal day,

When He accepts the humblest vows That we sincerely pay.

3 The Sabbath to our sires

In mercy first was given;

The Church her Sabbaths still requires To speed her on to Heaven.

4 We still, like them of old,
Are in the wilderness;

And God is still as near His fold,
To pity and to bless.

5 Then let us open wide

Our hearts for Him to fill;

And He that Israel then supplied,
Will help His Israel still.

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Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847), 1834.

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Our day is almost o'er;

O Sun of Righteousness, do Thou
Shine on us evermore.

Rev. John Mason Neale (1818-1866), 1854.

The Worship that never ceases.

I OUR day of praise is done;

The evening shadows fall;
Yet pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all.

2 Around the throne on high

Where night can never be,

The white-robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.

3 Too faint our anthems here;

Too soon of praise we tire;

But, O the strains, how full and clear,
Of that eternal choir.

4 Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will
If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels' music still
May bear our lower part.

5 'Tis Thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, And make our daily life a psalm Of glory to Thy Name.

6 A little while, and then

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Shall come the glorious end; And songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend.

Rev. John Ellerton (1826--), 1867.

"Hath not where to lay His Head."
LUKE ix. 58.

I ALMIGHTY God, to-night
To Thee for help we pray;
To whom the darkness is as light,
And midnight like the day.

2 Thy tender love and care

Prepares our peaceful bed;

But Thou, O Saviour, hadst not where To lay Thy blessed head.

3 O keep us now from harm,

As Thou hast done before; And let Thine everlasting arm Be round us evermore.

4 Let holy angels stand

About us every night,

Until they bear us to the land
Of everlasting light.

Rev. John Mason Neale, 1854. Ab

EVENING HYMN. L. M.

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2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.

3 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guide my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.

Bp. Thomas Ken (1637-1711), 1697, 1709. Ab.

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Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

4 O may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close;
Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.

5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply,
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye Heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Bp. Thomas Ken. 1697, 1709. Ab.

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2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.

3 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.
4 If some poor wandering child of Thine.
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine;
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

6 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.

Rev. John Keble (1792-1866), 1827. Ab.

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Evening Praise and Prayer. Ps. iv.

I 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,
And 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;
O may Thy presence ne'er depart;
And, in the morning, make me hear
The love and kindness of Thy heart.

5 Thus, when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground;
And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1709. Ab.

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