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Night o'er us with its stars, we pray
6 In grief, console; in gladness, bless; In darkness, guide; in sickness, cheer; Till, perfected in righteousness,
We all before Thy throne appear.
SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
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.
AT even, ere the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; Oh, in what divers pains they met ! Oh, with what joy they went away!
2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we
Oppress'd with various ills draw near; What if Thy form we cannot see?
We know and feel that Thou art here.
3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel,
For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had. 4 And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free, And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee.
5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
6 Oh, Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man,
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind, but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide. 7 Thy touch has still its ancient power; No word from Thee can fruitless fall; Hear, in this solemn evening hour, And in Thy mercy heal us all.
GREAT God who knowest each man's need, Bless Thou our watch and guard our sleep;
Forgive our sins of thought and deed,
ABIDE 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, oh, 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!
H. F. Lyte.
GOD the Father, be Thou near,
In the darkness be our light.
2 God the Saviour, be our peace,
4 Holy Trinity, be nigh,
Mystery of love ador'd;
Help to live and help to die;
THE day is gently sinking to a close,
Thou eternal light of light, be with us now:
2 Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end;
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,
And earthly hopes and human succors fail :
4 The weary world is mouldering to decay,
C. M. 81.
THE shadows of the evening hours
Before Thy throne, O Lord of heaven,
Look on Thy children from on high,
2 The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord,
But let the incense of our prayers
The brightness of the coming night
With hopes of future glory chase
3 Slowly the rays of daylight fade :
The hopes in earthly love and joy,
Slowly the bright stars, one by one,