2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
Paler now the glowing west,
Swift the night of death advances;
Shall it be the night of rest?
Let me hear Thy voice behind me,
Calming all these wild alarms;
Let me, underneath my weakness,
Feel the everlasting arms.

3

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

5 Tarry with me, O my Saviour,
Lay my head upon Thy breast
Till the morning; then awake me—
Morning of eternal rest.

Caroline L. Smith, 1853: recast in Plymouth Coll., 1855, and Songs of the Church, 1862

Sin and want we come con- fess - ing: Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. A - MEN.

Copyright by George C. Stebbins

d, we bless Thee For Thy protecting care,

rest, ad dress Thee In lowly, fer vent prayer:

2 Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us;
Till morning cometh, watch, O Master, o'er us;
In soul and body Thou from harm defend us,
Thine angels send us.

3 Let holy thoughts be ours when sleep o'ertakes us ;
Our earliest thoughts be Thine when morning wakes us;
All day serve Thee, in all that we are doing
Thy praise pursuing.

4 As Thy beloved, soothe the sick and weeping,
And bid the prisoner lose his griefs in sleeping;
Widows and orphans, we to Thee commend them,
Do Thou befriend them.

5 We have no refuge, none on earth to aid us,
Save Thee, O Father, who Thine own hast made us;
But Thy dear presence will not leave them lonely,
Who seek Thee only.

Rev. Petrus Herbert, 1566. Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1863

{ Safely through another week Co, ought us on our way: Waiting in His courts to-day;

Day of all the week the best, Emblem of e-ternal rest; Day of all the week the best;

19 ERNAN L. M.

Lowell Mason, 1850

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I Another six days' work is done, An - other Sab- bath

A-MEN.

Re-turn, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Im-prove the day thy God hath blest.

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns 4 This heavenly calm within the breast
So sweet a rest to wearied minds,
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.

3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none but he that feels it knows.

LISBON S. M.

5

Is the dear pledge of glorious rest
Which for the Church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.

In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end.
Rev. Joseph Stennett, publ. 1732: alt. Ash and Evans Coll. 1769
Daniel Read, 1785

Wel-come to this reviving breast, And these re-joic - ing eyes.

A - MEN.