1 Oh! let Thy hand support me still, 5 If rough and thorny be the way, 1 9 THE roseate hues of early dawn, C.M. D. The crimson of the sunset sky, 2 The highest hopes we cherish here, 3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, But there are perfectness and peace Oh! by Thy love, and anguish, Lord! Oh! that we fall not from Thy grace, THROUGH all the dangers of the night, Again we hail the cheerful light, 2 Preserve us, Lord, throughout the day, Whom Thou preserv'st from harm. 3 Let all our words and all our ways Declare that we are Thine, That so the light of truth and grace 4 Let us ne'er turn away from Thee; EVENING. BIDE with me! fast falls the eventide; 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 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings; But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings; Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners! thus abide with me! 4 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? Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh! abide with me! 5 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 vicI triumph still, if Thou abide with me. [tory? 6 Be with me, then, when last I close mine 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! 1 12 T even, when the sun was set, AT L.M. The sick, O Lord! around Thee lay : Oppressed with various ills, draw near: 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 love Thee best, Are conscious most of wrong within. 6 O Saviour Christ! Thou, too, art man; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tricd; 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! 1 BLEST LEST Saviour! let our evening songs Assist the offerings of our tongues 2 Through all the dangers of the day 3 Perpetual blessings from above But ah! how few returns of love 4 What have we done for Him who died 5 Yet with these guilty hearts of ours And yield them up with all their powers, 6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood As in the bosom of our God, 1 GLORY to Thee, my God! this night, For all the blessings of the light: 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread L.M. Teach me to die, that so I may 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, 6 Lord! let my soul for ever share "Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, 7 Praise God from whom all blessings flow, 1 0 15 LORD! another day is flown, Are met once more before Thy throne, 2 Thy heavenly grace to each impart, And shed abroad in every heart 3 Our souls, obedient to Thy sway, Let peace and love conclude the day, C.M. 4 Thus cleansed from sin, and wholly thine, A flock by Jesus led, The Sun of righteousness shall shine |