170. More and more Thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. "I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep; for Thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety." 1 ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; 2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; 4 O may my soul on Thee repose, 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 171. 1 SUT Tune-Walton, 43. "Abide with us." UN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear! O may no earth-born cloud arise, 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine L.M. 5 Watch by the sick, enrich the poor 89 172. Tune-Nutfield, 313. 8,4,8,4,8,8,8,4. "The Lord shall command His loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me." 1 OD, that madest earth and heaven, U Darkness and light; Who the day for toil hast given, For rest the night; May Thine angel-guards defend us! This livelong night! 2 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping; And, when we die, May we, in Thy mighty keeping, 2 Though destruction walk around us, 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, "The eyes of all wait upon Thee, O Lord; and Thou givest them their meat in due season." 1 LORD, in Thy name Thy servants plead, And Thou hast sworn to hear; Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed, 2 Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild, And now that spring has on us smiled, 3 The former and the latter rain, The summer sun and air, The green ear and the golden grain, 4 Thine too by right, and ours by grace, The wondrous growth unseen, The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace, The love that shines serene. 5 So grant the precious things brought forth By sun and moon below, That Thee in Thy new heaven and earth 176. Tune-St. George's, Windsor, 303. 8 line 7s. "The harvest is the end of the world, and the reapers are the angels.' 1 NOME, ye thankful people, come, COME, Raise the song of Harvest-home! Ere the winter storms begin: For our wants to be supplied: - 2 All the world is God's own field, 3 For the Lord our God shall come, With Thy rod and staff, O God, Comfort Thou his dying head! 4 Keep us faithful, keep us pure, Keep us evermore Thine own! Help, O help us to endure ! Fit us for the promised crown! 5 So within Thy palace-gate 178. We shall praise, on golden strings, Tune-St. Sulpice, 323. 8,6,8,6,8,8,6. "We spend our years as a tale that is told." NOTHER year has fled; renew, Lord, with our days Thy love! Our days are evil here and few; 1 ΑΝ We look to live above: We will not grieve, though day by day 2 Yet, when our sins we call to mind, 3 For all the future, Lord, prepare 177. 1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait But how little, none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies, 3 Thanks for mercies past receive; Bless Thy word to young and old; "Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations.' 1 GOD, our help in ages past, 2 Beneath the shadow of Thy throne 3 Before the hills in order stood, 4 A thousand ages in Thy sight 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 6 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, |