Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,

Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee!

Mrs. H. B. Stowe.

74

7,8,7,8,7,7

LIGHT of light, enlighten me!
Now anew the day is dawning;
Sun of grace, the shadows flee;
Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning!
With Thy joyous sunshine blest,
Happy is my day of rest.

2 Fount of all our joy and peace,
To Thy living waters lead me;
Thou from earth my soul release,
And with grace and mercy feed me;
Bless Thy word that it may prove
Rich in fruits that Thou dost love.

3 Kindle Thou the sacrifice

That upon my lips is lying;
Clear the shadows from mine eyes,
That, from every error flying,
No strange fire may in me glow
That Thine altar doth not know.

4 Let me with my heart to-day,
Holy, holy, holy, singing,
Rapt awhile from earth away,
All my soul to Thee up-springing,
Have a foretaste inly given,
How they worship Thee in heaven.

5 Rest in me and I in Thee,

Build a paradise within me ;
Oh, reveal Thyself to me,

Blessed Love, who died'st to win me;

Fed from Thine exhaustless urn,

Pure and bright my lamp shall burn.

6 Hence all care, all vanity,
For the day to God is holy:
Come, thou glorious majesty,
Deign to fill this temple lowly;
Naught to-day my soul shall move,
Simply resting in Thy love.

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B. Schmolck. Tr. C. Winkworth.

My God is any hour so sweet,

8,8,8,4

From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to Thy feet, The hour of prayer?

2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, And blest that solemn hour of eve, When, on the wings of prayer upborne, The world I leave.

3 Then is my strength by Thee renewed;
Then are my sins by Thee forgiven;
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude
With hopes of heaven.

4 No words can tell what sweet relief
Here for my every want I find,

What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind.

5 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear, My spirit seems in heaven to stay, And e'en the penitential tear

Is wiped away.

6 Lord, till I reach that blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be

As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to Thee.

C. Elliott.

76

77

THE sun is sinking fast,
The daylight dies;
Let love awake, and pay
Her evening sacrifice.

2 As Christ upon the Cross
His head inclined,

And to His Father's hands
His parting soul resigned,

3 So now herself my soul
Would wholly give
Into His sacred charge,
In whom all spirits live;

4 So now beneath His eye
Would calmly rest,
Without a wish or thought
Abiding in the breast,

5 Save that His will be done,
Whate'er betide-

Dead to herself, and dead
In Him to all beside.

6 Thus would I live: yet now
Not I, but He,

In all His power and love,
Henceforth alive in me.

7 One sacred Trinity,

One Lord divine,
May I be ever His,

And He for ever mine.

6,4,6,6

E. Caswall.

L. M.

O LIGHT of life, O Saviour dear,
Before we sleep bow down Thine ear;

Through dark and day, o'er land and sea,
We have no other hope but Thee.

2 Oft from Thy royal road we part,
Lost in the mazes of the heart;
Our lamps put out, our course forgot,
We seek for God, and find Him not.

3 What sudden sunbeams cheer our sight!
What dawning risen upon the night!
Thou giv'st Thyself to us, and we
Find guide and path and all in Thee.

4 Through day and darkness, Saviour dear,
Abide with us, more nearly near,
Till on Thy face we lift our eyes,
The Sun of God's own Paradise.

5 Praise God, our Maker and our Friend, Praise Him through time, till time shall end,

Till psalm and song His name adore
Through heaven's great day of evermore.
F. T. Palgrave.

78

C. M.

NOW FROM the altar of my heart
Let incense flames arise;

Assist me, Lord, to offer up

Mine evening sacrifice.

2 Awake, my love! awake, my joy!
Awake, my heart and tongue!
Sleep not when mercies loudly call,
Break forth into a song.

3 This day God was my sun and shield, My keeper and my guide;

His care was on my frailty shown,
His mercies multiplied.

4 New time, new favor, and new joys
Do a new song require.

Till I shall praise Thee as I would,
Accept my heart's desire.

5 Lord of my time, whose hand hath set New time upon my score,

Then shall I praise for all my time,
When time shall be no more.

J. Mason.

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8,8,8,4

THE radiant morn hath passed away
And spent too soon her golden store;
The shadows of departing day
Creep on once more.

2 Our life is but an autumn day,
Its glorious noon how quickly past!
Lead us, O Christ, Thou living way,
Safe home at last.

3 Oh, by Thy soul-inspiring grace

Uplift our hearts to realms on high; Help us to look to that bright place Beyond the sky,

4 Where light and life and joy and peace In undivided empire reign,

And thronging angels never cease
Their deathless strain;

5 Where saints are clothed in spotless white,
And evening shadows never fall,
Where Thou, eternal light of light,
Art Lord of all.

G. Thring.