3 For Thou art God, the one, the same,
O'er all things high and bright;
And round us, when we speak Thy name,
There spreads a heaven of light.

4 0 wondrous peace, in thought to dwell
On excellence divine,

To know that naught in man can tell
How fair Thy beauties shine!

5 O Thou, above all blessing blest,
O'er thanks exalted far,
Thy very greatness is a rest

To weaklings as we are;

6 For when we feel the praise of Thee
A task beyond our powers,
We say, "A perfect God is He,
And He is fully ours."

William Bright, 1865

1

STILL

with Thee, O my God,

I would desire to be;

By day, by night, at home, abroad,
I would be still with Thee.

2 With Thee when dawn comes in
And calls me back to care,
Each day returning to begin
With Thee, my God, in prayer.

3 With Thee amid the crowd

That throngs the busy mart,
To hear Thy voice, where time's is loud,
Speak softly to my heart.

4 With Thee when day is done,
And evening calms the mind;
The setting as the rising sun
With Thee my heart would find.

5 With Thee when darkness brings
The signal of repose,

Calm in the shadow of Thy wings,
Mine eyelids I would close.

6 With Thee, in Thee, by faith.

Abiding, I would be;

By day, by night, in life, in death,

I would be still with Thee.

James D. Burns, 1857

Thro' life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be

1

WEET Saviour, bless us ere we go;

SWE

Thy word into our minds instil;

And make our luke-warm hearts to glow

With lowly love and fervent will.

Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

2 The day is done, its hours have run;
And Thou hast taken count of all,
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,
The broken vow, the frequent fall.
3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways
True absolution and release;
And bless us, more than in past days,
With purity and inward peace.

4 Do more than pardon; give us joy,
Sweet fear and sober liberty,
And loving hearts without alloy,
That only long to be like Thee.

5 For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful, unto Thee we call;
O let Thy mercy make us glad;
Thou art our Jesus, and our all.

Frederick W. Faber, 1849