2 Through a long night of griefs and fears, With gloom and sorrow compass'd round, I drop my uncomplaining tears, Nor yet the radiant dawn have found; 1 Resign, at length, my anxious care; To wake and hail my Morning Star. ΤΗ HYMN DCCCCXXIII. Abide with us. Luke xxiv. 29. W. B. C. HE day is far spent, the evening is nigh, When we must lay down the body and die; Great God we surrender our dust to thy care, But oh, for the summons, our spirit prepare. 2 The hours that remain, oh, with us abide, And in the dark vale of death be our guide; Through life's weary journey thou still hast been near, And in our last moments, Lord, for us appear! 3 We die to obtain, a seat with the blest, A freedom from pain, a mansion of rest; We see, not regretting, the shadows arise, The sun of life setting, and night on the skies. 4 Though rayless the night, though starless the skies, Extinguish'd all light, and death on our eyes; 5 O day long foretold! when wilt thou appear? Thy approach we behold with hope and with fear! O righteous Judge, spare us, from sin set us free, And daily prepare us to stand before Thee! HYMN DCCCCXXIV. The same. 1 THE day is far spent, Which goodness hath lent, W. B. C. And night is o'erspreading the pilgrim's dark tent; I now soon shall lie, Screen'd from life's stormy sky: I wait for thy summons to call me to die. 2 O Saviour abide By this fearful side, Till in thy pavillion for ever I hide; The hours that remain, Of sorrow and pain, Are few, when compar'd with the bliss I shall gain. 3 The ills that I fear Will blessings appear, If thou but walk with me, while I sojourn here ; And when I am led To the cells of the dead, On thy tender bosom I'll pillow my head. 4 While low this flesh lies Till thou bid it rise, The spirit exulting shall spring to the skies; Which thy power shall display, When this earth and these heavens shall both f away. HYMN DCCCCXXV. The Bible.-O how I love thy Law. BY Ps. cxix. 97. Y the thoughtless world derided, W. B. C. Then, O nothing can avail me, 8 Faith I need, O Lord bestow it, HYMN DCCCCXXVI. To live is Christ, to die is Gain. 1 WH W. B. C. WHEN I tread the mortal vale, 2 When I bow my sinking head, 3 Thee, Redeemer, I pursue, Only tell me Thou art mine; Break my heartstrings, glaze mine eyes, I shall prove "to die is gain." HYMN DCCCCXXVII. Surely the bitterness of Death is past. W. B. C. WHEN bending o'er the brink of life, Waiting to pass death's awful flood, 2 When weeping friends surround my bed, When laden with the weight of years, 3 When every long-lov'd scene of life, When the last sigh that shakes the frame, 4 O thou great Source of joy supreme, 5 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand, |