Saviour, breathe an evening blessing. Soldiers of Christ! arise Spirit of God, that moved of old. Sweet is the work, our God and King The Lord ascendeth up on high 128 The Lord of might, from Sinai's brow 328 No. The sun is sinking fast. 19 The world is grown old, and her pleasures are past 68 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee 203 Three in One, and One in Three 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope To God be glory, peace on earth To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart We ask for life, and mean thereby We saw Thee not, when Thou didst tread We've no abiding city here We walk on earth, and to its ways When God of old came down from heaven |