1 THUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past,
And gives me strength for days to come.

8 I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 Faith in his name forbids my fear:
Oh may thy presence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear
Thy love and kindness in my heart.

Swept from the records of the year;
And still, with every setting sun,
Life's fading visions disappear.

3 Another fleeting day is gone,
But soon a fairer shall arise,
A day whose never-setting sun
Shall pour its light o'er cloudless skies.

4 Another fleeting day is gone:
In solemn silence rest, my soul;
And bow before His awful throne,
Who bids the morn and evening roll.

1 SWEET is the light of sabbath eve,
And soft the sunbeams lingering there:
For these blest hours the world I leave,
Wafted on wings of faith and prayer.

2 The time how lovely and how still!
Peace shines and smiles on all below;
The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill,-
All fair with evening's setting glow.

3 Season of rest! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love; And, while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 93

The Still Hour.

1 GENTLY the shades of night descend;
Thy temple, Lord, is calm and still;
A thousand lamps of ether blend,
A thousand fires that temple fill.

2 Thou bidd'st the cares of earth depart;
Heaven's peace is wafted from above;
A sabbath stillness fills the heart,
Devotion's calm and holy love

3 And man, even from the dust, may rise Borne on the pinions of thy grace, Up to angelic mysteries,

And find in thee his resting-place.

1 O BLEST Creator of the light,
Who dost the dawn from darkness bring,
And, framing nature's depth and height,
Didst with the new-born light begin;

2 Who gently blending eve with morn,

And morn with eve, didst call them day,Thick flows the flood of darkness down: Oh hear us as we weep and pray!

3 Keep thou our souls from schemes of crime,

Nor guilt remorseful let them know;
Nor, thinking but on things of time,
Into eternal darkness go.

4 Teach us to knock at heaven's high door; Teach us the prize of life to win;

Teach us all evil to abhor,

And purify ourselves within.

1 SLOWLY, by God's hand unfurled,
Down around the weary world,
Falls the darkness; oh how still
Is the working of his will!

2 Mighty Spirit, ever nigh,
Work in me as silently;

Veil the day's distracting sights,
Show me heaven's eternal lights.

3 Living stars to view be brought
In the boundless realms of thought;
High and infinite desires,
Flaming like those upper fires.

4 Holy Truth, Eternal Right,

Let them break upon my sight;
Let them shine serene and still,
And with light my being fill.

2 For the mercies of the day, For this rest upon our way, Thanks to thee alone be given,

Lord of earth, and King of Heaven

3 Whilst this thorny path we tread, May thy love our footsteps lead! When our journey here is past, May we rest with thee at last!

4 Let these earthly sabbaths prove Foretastes of our joys above, While their steps thy pilgrims bend To the rest which knows no end.