331.

I TARRY with me, O my Saviour,

For the day is passing by;
See, the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.

2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
Paler now the glowing west;
Swift the night of death advances:
Shall it be the night of rest?

3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself on thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness;
While I sleep, still watch by me.

4 Tarry with me, O my Saviour,
Lay my head upon thy breast
Till the morning, then awake me,
Morning of eternal rest!

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333.

I SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
Through the sinner's dying Friend.

2 Truly blessed is the station,

Low before his cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Pleading in his dying eye.

3 Here I find my hope of heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze; Loving much, and much forgiven, Let my heart o'erflow with praise. 4 Lord, in loving comtemplation

Fix my heart and eyes on thee, Till I taste thy full salvation,

And thine unveiled glories see.

5 For thy sorrows I adore thee,
For the griefs that wrought our peace;
Gracious Saviour, I implore thee,
In my heart thy love increase.

I HARK! hark! with harps of gold,
What anthem do they sing?.
The radiant clouds have backward rolled,
And angels smite the string.
"Glory to God!"-bright wings
Spread glistening and afar,
And on the hallowed rapture rings
From circling star to star.

2 "Glory to God!" repeat
The glad earth and the sea;
And every wind and billow fleet
Bears on the jubilee.
Where Hebrew bard hath sung,

Or Hebrew seer hath trod,
Each holy spot has found a tongue :
"Let glory be to God!"

3 Soft swells the music now
Along that shining choir,
And every seraph bends his brow
And breathes above his lyre.
What words of heavenly birth

Thrill deep our hearts again, And fall like dewdrops to the earth? "Peace and good-will to men!"

4 Soft! yet the soul is bound
With rapture like a chain;
Earth, vocal, whispers them around,
And heaven repeats the strain.
Sound, harps, and hail the morn
With every golden string,
For unto us this day is born
A Saviour and a King!

336.

1 I WAS a wandering sheep,

I did not love the fold,

I did not love my Shepherd's voice,

I would not be controlled.

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,

I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.

2 The Shepherd sought his sheep,
The Father sought his child;
They followed me o'er vale and hill,

O'er deserts waste and wild. They found me nigh to death,

Famished, and faint, and lone; They bound me with the bands of love, They saved the wandering one.

337.

1 It is the hour of prayer:

Draw near and bend the knee,
And fill the calm and holy air
With voice of melody!
O'erwearied with the heat

And burden of the day,
Now let us rest our wandering feet,
And gather here to pray.

2 The dark and deadly blight

That walks at noontide hour,
The midnight arrow's secret flight,
O'er us have had no power;
But smiles from loving eyes

Have been around our way,
And lips on which a blessing lies
Have bidden us to pray.

3 O, blessed is the hour

That lifts our hearts on high;
Like sunlight when the tempests lower,
Prayer to the soul is nigh.
Though dark may be our lot,

Our eyes be dim with care,

These saddening thoughts shall trouble not This holy hour of prayer.

I WHEN, marshalled on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
339.

1 My soul before thee prostrate lies;
To thee, her source, my spirit flies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see :
O, let thy presence set me free!

2 In life's short day, let me yet more
Of thy enlivening power implore;
My mind must deeper sink in thee,
My foot stand firm from wandering free.

4 Now, safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing first in night's diadem, Forever, and forevermore

The Star,- the Star of Bethlehem!

3 Take full possession of my heart,
The lowly mind of Christ impart ;
I still will wait, O Lord, on thee,
Till, in thy light, the light I see.

4 One only care my soul should know,-
Father, all thy commands to do;
O, deep engrave it on my breast,
That I in thee alone am blest!

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I FATHER, we pray for those who dwell
Within the prison's gloomy cell,
And those whose souls are bending low
Beneath the weight of guilt and woe.

2 Thy love hath kept our thorny way,
And saved us from sin's iron sway;
Our brethren in a weaker hour
Have yielded to temptation's power.

3 Teach us, with humble hearts, to feel
How darkly on our brows the seal
Of guilt might now perchance be set,
Had we the same temptation met.

4 Then, while the error we would shun,
Help us to aid the erring one,
To turn, from sin's unpitying sway,
To virtue's fair and pleasant way.