16 96 ALBEC. L. M. 6 ls. 127 C. WESLEY. Worship in Spirit and in Truth. 1 FATHER of omnipresent grace! ANON. At Evening Time let there be Light. 1 AT evening time, let there be light; Life's little day draws near its close; Around me fall the shades of night, The night of death, the grave's repose: To crown my joys, to end my woes, At evening time let there be light. 2 At evening time, there shall be light, For God hath spoken,-it must be; Fear, doubt, and anguish take their flight, His glory now is risen on me; Mine eyes shall his salvation see; 'Tis evening time-and there is light. 129 SIR R. GRANT. The Morning and Evening Light. 1 WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes, O Sun of righteousness divine, 2 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest; And, as cach morning sun shall rise, Oh, lead me onward to the skies! 3 And at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labors done, Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed; And, from death's gloom my spirit raise, To see thy face, and sing thy praise. 130 1 Spiritual Needs. C. WESLEY. I WANT the spirit of power within, Of love and of a healthful mind, Of power to conquer every sin, Of love to God and all mankind; Of health that pain and death defies, Most vigorous when the body dies. 2 Oh that the Comforter would come, Nor visit as a transient guest, But fix in me his constant home, And keep possession of my breast, And make my soul his loved abode, The temple of indwelling God! 1 SOFTLY fades the twilight ray Of the holy Sabbath day; Gently as life's setting sun, When the Christian's course is run. 2 Night her solemn mantle spreads O'er the earth, as daylight fades; All things tell of calm repose At the holy Sabbath's close. 3 Peace is on the world abroad; "Tis the holy peace of God,Symbol of the peace within, When the spirit rests from sin. 4 Still the Spirit lingers near, Where the evening worshipper Seeks communion with the skies, Pressing onward to the prize. 132 God our Shepherd. 1 Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine! To the streams that, still and slow, 4 Constant to my latest end, 1 THERE is a time when moments flow It is, of all the times below, 2 O then the setting sun shines fair, Evening Hymn. WATTS. 1 THUS far the Lord has led me on, 2 Much of my time has run to waste, 3 And then the peace that Jesus brought, 3 I lay my body down to sleep; The life of grace eternal beams, Evening Recollections. 1 ANOTHER fleeting day is gone; COLLYER. Slow o'er the west the shadows rise; Swift the soft-stealing hours have flown, And night's dark mantle veils the skies. 2 Another fleeting day is gone Swift from the records of the year; But soon a fairer day shall rise, 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 Thy love and kindness in my heart. 5 And when the night of death shall come, Still may I trust Almighty Love,The love which triumphs o'er the tomb, And leads to perfect bliss above. 10 thou true Life of all that live! 141 Sabbath Evening. EDMESTON. 1 SWEET is the light of Sabbath eve, And soft the sunbeams lingering there; For these blest hours, the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 2 Season of rest! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts to loveAnd while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees the smiling heavens above. 3 Ner will our days of toil be long, Our pilgrimage will soon be trod: 142 ANON 1 GENTLY the shades of night descend; 2 Thou bidd'st the cares of earth depart, Heaven's peace is wafted from above; A Sabbath stillness fills the heart, Devotion's calm and holy love. 143 1 BREVIARY. 0 BLEST Creator of the light, Evening Prayer. Who dost the dawn from darkness bring, And, framing nature's depth and height, Didst with the new-born light begin; 2 Who gently blending eve with morn, And morn with eve, did'st call them day, Thick flows the flood of darkness down: Oh, hear us as we weep and pray; Teach us to knock at heaven's high door, Teach us the prize of life to win; Teach us all evil to abhor, And purify ourselves within. 144 3 EDMESTON. The Close of the Sabbath. 1 THE time how lovely and how still! Peace shines and smiles on all below; The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, All fair with evening's setting glow. 1 How shall we praise thee, Lord of light! How shall we all thy love declare! The earth is veiled in shades of night, But heaven is open to our prayer,— That heav'n so bright with stars and sunsThat glorious heav'n which has no bound, Where the full tide of being runs, And life and beauty glow around. And wider than the bounds of space. 3 But thou art present with us here, Help us to praise thee, Lord of light! Help us thy boundless love declare; And, here within thy courts to-night, Aid us, and hearken to our prayer. 10 HOLY Father! 'mid the calm 2 And stillness of this evening hour, We would lift up our solemn psalm, To praise thy goodness and thy power: For over us, and over all, Thy tender mercies still extend, Nor vainly shall thy children call On thee, our Father and our Friend! Kept by thy goodness through the day, Before thy throne our souls appear! |