1 Abide with me,fast falls the e-ven-tide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide! When other helpers fail,and comforts flee, Help of the helpless,O abide with ine
HYMN 973.-Continued.
2 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!
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.
HYMN 974.-Continued.
2 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.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
4 O may my soul on thee repose!
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep that may me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake.
5 If 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 My soul, when I shake off this dust, Lord, in thy arms I will entrust; O make me thy peculiar care, Some mansion for my soul prepare!
7 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!
8 All praise to thee in light arrayed, Who light thy dwelling-place hast made; A boundless ocean of bright beams From thy all-glorious Godhead streams.
9 The sun in its meridian height
Is very darkness in thy sight; My soul O lighten and inflame,
With thought and love of thy great name! 10 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.
3 We can, O Jesus, for thy sake,
Devote our every hour to thee: Speak but the word, our souls shall wake, And sing with cheerful melody; Thy praise shall our glad tongues employ, And every heart shall dance for joy.
4 Shout in the midst of us, O King
Of saints, and make our joys abound; Let us exult, give thanks, and sing, And triumph in redemption found: We ask for every waiting soul, O let our glorious joy be full!
50 may we all triumphant rise,
With joy upon our heads return, And far above those nether skies,
By thee on eagles' wings upborne, Through all yon radiant circles move, And gain the highest heaven of love!
HYMN 978.-Continued.
2 The flowery spring at thy command Embalms the air, and paints the land; The summer rays with vigour shine To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.
3 Thy hand in autumn richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters softened by thy care No more a face of horror wear.
4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise: Still be the cheerful homage paid With opening light, and evening shade. 5 Here in thy house shall incense rise, As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes; Still will we make thy mercies known Around thy board, and round our own.
6 O may our more harmonious tongue In worlds unknown pursue the song; And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and years revolve no more!
HYMN 979.-Continued.
2 His providence hath brought us through Another various year:
We all with vows and anthems new Before our God appear.
3 Father, thy mercies past we own ; Thy still continued care;
To thee presenting, through thy Son, Whate'er we have or are.
4 Our lips and lives shall gladly show The wonders of thy love, While on in Jesu's steps we go To see thy face above.
5 Our residue of days or hours Thine, wholly thine, shall be ; And all our consecrated powers A sacrifice to thee:
6 Till Jesus in the clouds appear To saints on earth forgiven, And bring the grand sabbatic year, The jubilee of heaven.
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