2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who, all night long, unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King.
3 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me whilst I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake.
4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guide my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill.
5 Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.
Bp. Thomas Ken (1637-1711), 1697, 1709. Ab.
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 my eyelids close; Sleep, that shall 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. Bp. Thomas Ken. 1697, 1709. Ab
2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever 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.
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.
6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till, in the ocean of Thy love, We lose ourselves in Heaven above.
Rev. John Keble (1792-1866), 1827. Ab.
Evening Praise and Prayer. Ps. iv.
I 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.
3 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; O may Thy presence ne'er depart; And, in the morning, make me hear The love and kindness of Thy heart.
5 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground; And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.
Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1709. Ab.
Rev. DARIUS ELIOT JONES (1815-1881), 1847.
1. SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, Ere re- pose our
come con - fess ing, Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.
2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow 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. James Edmeston (1791-1867), 1320. Evening Shadows.
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.
I HEAR my prayer, O Heavenly Father, Ere I lay me down to sleep: Bid Thine angels, pure and holy, Round my bed their vigil keep.
2 Great my sins are, but Thy mercy Far outweighs them every one; Down before Thy cross I cast them, Trusting in Thy help alone.
3 Keep me, through this night of peril, Underneath its boundless shade; Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee, When my pilgrimage is made.
4 None shall measure out Thy patience By the span of human thought; None shall bound the tender mercies Which Thy holy Son has brought.
5 Pardon all my past transgressions; Give me strength for days to come; Guide and guard me with Thy blessing, Till Thine angels bid me home.
Miss Harriet Parr, 1856. Sl. alt
us, for the night is closing: The light and darkness are of His disd.
posing, And 'neath His shadow here to rest we yield us, For He will shield us.
When other help - ers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O a bide with me.
"Fast falls the Eventide."
2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou, who changest not, abide with me.
3 I need Thy presence every passing hour: What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.
4 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness; Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847), 1847. Ab
All praise and glory to the Father be And Son and Spirit, undivided Three, As hath been alway, shall be, and is now, To Thee, O God, the everlasting Thou.
Bp. Edward Henry Bickersteth (1825
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