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;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own almighty wings.

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;
To die, that this vile body 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 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.

6 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.

171.

1 SUT

Tune-Walton, 43.

"Abide with us."

UN 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!

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.

L.M.

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.

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!
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us!
Holy dreams and hopes attend 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,
Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel-guards from Thee surround us,
We are safe if Thou art nigh.

3 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee;
Thou art He who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy people be.

4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.

"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,
The fresh and fading year.

2 Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild,
We trusted, Lord, with Thee;

And now that spring has on us smiled,
We wait on Thy decree.

3 The former and the latter rain,

The summer sun and air,

The green ear and the golden grain,
All Thine, are ours by prayer.

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
We never may forego.

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!
All is safely gathered in,

Ere the winter storms begin:
God, our Maker, doth provide

For our wants to be supplied: -
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home!

2 All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Lord of Harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His Harvest home;

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,
Thee, the only Potentate,
Lord of lords, and King of kings.

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
We pass from earthly joys away;
Our joy abides in Thee.

2 Yet, when our sins we call to mind,
We cannot fail to grieve;
But Thou art pitiful and kind,
And wilt our prayer receive:
O Jesus, evermore the same,
Our hope we rest upon Thy name;
Our hope abides in Thee!

3 For all the future, Lord, prepare
Our souls with strength divine;
Help us to cast on Thee our care,
And on Thy servants shine:

177.

1

WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Hasted through the former year,

Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here.
Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below;

We a little longer wait

But how little, none can know.

2 As the winged arrow flies,
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts and leaves no trace behind ;-
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream:
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ;
All below is but a dream.

3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us, henceforth, how to live
With eternity in view.

Bless Thy word to young and old;
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with Thee above!

"Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place in all

generations.'

1 GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!

2 Beneath the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure ;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

4 A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

6 O God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.