1. Hath not thy heart with in thee burned At evening's calm and holy hour,

As if its in- most depths discerned The presence of a loft ier power? AMEN.

2 Hast thou not heard 'mid forest glades, 3 It was the voice of God that spake While ancient rivers murmured by,

A voice from forth th' eternal shades,
That spake a present Deity?

In silence to thy silent heart, [awake, And bade each worthier thought And every dream of earth depart.

4 Voice of our God, O, yet be near!
In low, sweet accents, whisper peace;
Direct us on our pathway here,

Then bid in heaven our wanderings cease!

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Rev. Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch, D.D.

18 EVENTIDE IOS.

W. H. Monk

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I. A bide with me: fast falls the e- ven- tide; The darkness deep - ens:

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bide! When other help - ers fail, and comforts flee,

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the

help - less, 0, a bide with

me! A-MEN.

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

O thou who changest not, abide with me!

3 I 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!

4 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 victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

5 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!

Rev. Henry Francis Lyte

19 ST. CATHERINE L. M. 61.

J. G. Walton

1. Forth from the dark and storm-y sky, Lord, to thine al

Forth from the world,its hope and fear, Sav-iour, we seek thy shelter here.

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Wea-ry and weak, thy grace we pray; Turn not,O Lord, thy guests a-way!

2 Long have we roamed in want and pain;
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
'Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tossed;
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away!

A-MEN.

Rev. Reginald Heber, D.D.

2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we,
Oppressed with various ills, draw near:
What if thy form we cannot see?

We know and feel that thou art here.

3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel!

For some are sick, and some are sad,
And some have never loved thee well,
And some have lost the love they had.

4 And some have found the world is vain,

Yet from the world they break not free;
And some have friends who give them pain,
Yet have not sought a friend in thee.

5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they who fain would love thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.

6 O Saviour Christ, thou too art man;

Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried;
Thy kind but searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide.

7 Thy touch has still its ancient power;
No word from thee can fruitless fall:
Hear, in this solemn blessed hour,
And in thy mercy heal us all.

Rev. Henry Twell