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Night o'er us with its stars, we pray
Thy love to guard us evermore.
In darkness, guide ; in sickness, cheer ;
W. H. Burleigh.
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My weary eyelids gently steep,
For ever on my Saviour's breast.
For without Thee I cannot live ;
For without Thee I dare not die. 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Let him no more lie down in sin.
With blessings from Thy boundless store ;
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 6 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,
L. M. 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 't is 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,
For none are wholly free from sin ; And they who fain would serve Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within. 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;
H. Twells. 89
L. M. GREAT God who knowest each man's need,
Bless Thou our watch and guard our sleep ; Forgive our sins of thought and deed,
And in Thy peace Thy servants keep. 2 We thank Thee for the day that's done,
We trust Thee for the days to be ; Thy love we learn in Christ Thy Son Oh, may we all His glory see.
10s. ABIDE with me : fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, Oh, abide with me. 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
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 fee – In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me !
H. F. Lyte.
78. GOD the Father, be Thou near,
Save from ev'ry harm to-night;
In the darkness be our light.
Put away our sins to-night ;
Turn our darkness into light.
Sanctify us all to-night;
Turn our darkness into light.
Mystery of love ador'd ;
10s. 61. The day is gently sinking to a close, Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows. O brightness of Thy Father's glory, Thou eternal light of light, be with us now: Where Thou art present, darkness cannot be, Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee. 2 Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end ; Onward to darkness and to death we tend ; () conqueror of the grave, be Thou our guide. Be Thou our light in death's dark eventide : Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom, No sting in death, no terror in the tomb. 3 Thou, Who in darkness walking didst appear Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer,
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms
assail, And earthly hopes and human succors fail : When all is dark may we behold Thee nigh And hear Thy voice, “Fear not, for it is I.” 4 The weary world is mouldering to decay, Its glories wane, its pageants fade away ; In that last sunset when the stars shall fall, May we arise awakened by Thy call, With Thee, O Lord, for ever to abide In that blest day which has no eventide.
C. M. 81.
Fall from the dark’ning sky;
The dews of evening lie.
We kneel at close of day;
And hear us while we pray.
Oh, do not Thou despise,
Before Thy mercy rise.
Upon the darkness rolls ;
The shadows from our souls.
3 Slowly the rays of daylight fade :
So fade within our heart
That one by one depart.
Within the heavens shine :