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155. c. M.

Anotheb day is past and gone,

O God, we bow to Thee; Again as nightly shades come on,

To Thy defence we flee.

Forgive us all the evil done,

The good undone, to-day;
And keep us from the wicked one,

Now, Father, and foraye.

When shall that day of gladness come,

Ne'er sinking in the west; That country and that blessed home,

Where none shall break our rest;

Where life shall be all love and peace, And pleasure without end;

Where golden harps, that never cease, With joyous hymns shall blend;

Where we, O God, preserved beneath

The shelter of Thy wing, For evermore Thy praise shall breathe,

And of Thy mercy sing? Amen.

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Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.


157. L- M.

All praise to Thee, my God, this night
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own Almighty wings.

Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done,
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

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

O may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
Sleep that may me more vig'rous make
To serve my God when I awake.

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.

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. Amen.

158. 8-7, 8-7, 7-7.

Thbough the day Thy love hath spared us,

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

Let no foe our peace molest:
Jesus, Thou our guardian be;
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.

Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes;

Us and ours preserve from dangers;
In Thine arms may we repose;

And when life's sad day is past,

Best with Thee in heaven at last.

Three in One, let all adore Thee,

Saints on earth, and saints in heaven;

Every creature bow before Thee
Who hast all their being given,

And by grace dost us restore,

Praise to Thee for evermore. Amen.

159. Io's.

Abide with me, fast falls the eventide,
The darkness deepens: Lord with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day,
Earth's joys grown dim; its glories pass away,
Change and decay in all ar6und I see,

0 Thou who changest not abide with me.

1 need Thy presence every passing hour, What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's

power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!

I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the

skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain

shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord abide with me. Amen.

160. 6, 4, 6, 6.

The sun is sinking fast,

The daylight dies;
Let love awake, and pay

Her evening sacrifice.

As Christ upon the Cross

His head inclined,
And to His Father's hands

His parting soul resigned;

So now herself my soul

Would wholly give
Into His sacred charge,

In Whom all spirits live;

So now beneath His eye
Would calmly rest,

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