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

4 Do more than pardon; give us joy,

Sweet fear, and sober liberty,
And simple hearts without alloy

That only long to be like Thee.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

5 Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled;

And care is light, for Thou hast cared; Ah! never let our works be soiled

With strife, or by deceit ensnared. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

6 For all we love, the poor, the sad,

The sinful, unto Thee we call; Oh let Thy mercy make us glad:

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

16 4. 4. 7. 7. 6.

1 rpHE day is gone,
J_ And, left alone,

I long for that blest morrow,
Which shall set me wholly free
From all care and sorrow.

2 The night is here;
Oh, be Thou near,

With Thy bright lamp, O Jesus,
From the night of sin and death

The sweet sunlight

Fades from my sight; O Glory uncreated, Shed Thy glowing beams on me, Who so long have waited.

Whate'er doth move,

Below, above, Now from its work reposes; Show me, Lord, Thy work in me, Ere mine eyelid closes.

When shall the day

Abide alway,
By night no more succeeded?
When the day of days arise,
Where no sun is needed P

To Salem, then,
No more again
Her sunlight shall be missing;
For the Lamb shall be her light,
Her eternal blessing.

Oh, were I there! Where all the air With lovely sounds is ringing; Where the saints are evermore Holy, holy, singing!

! Jesu, my Best!

Thou ever Blest!
Oh help my poor endeavour;
Let me, in Thy glorious light,
Shine before Thee ever.

17 6. 4. 6. 6.

1 mHE sun is sinking fast,
J[ The daylight dies;
Let love awake, and pay

Her evening sacrifice.

2 As Christ upon the cross

His head inclined,
And to His Father's hands
His parting soul resigned;

3 So now herself my soul

Would wholly give
Into His sacred charge.
In whom all spirits live;

4 So now beneath His eye

Would calmly rest, Without a wish or thought Abiding in the breast;

5 Save that His will be done,

Whate'er betide;
Dead to herself, and dead
In Him to all beside.

6 Thus would I live; yet now

Not I, but He
In all His power and love
Henceforth alive in me.

7 One Sacred Trinity!

One Lord Divine!
May I be ever His,
And He for ever mine.

18 8. 7. 8. 7. 7. 7.

1 mHROUGH the day Thy love has spared us, J. Now we lay us down to rest;

Through the silent watches guard us,
Let no foe our peace molest;
Jesu, Thou our guardian be;
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.

2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,

Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers,
In Thine arms may we repose,
And, when life's sad day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last.

19 L. M.

1 A NOTHER week has passed away.
A Another Sabbath now draws near:
Lord, with Thy blessing crown the day
which all Thy children hold so dear.

2 Delivered from its weekly load,
How light the happy spirit springs,
And soars to Thy Divine abode,
With peace and freedom on its wings.

3 Now 'tis our privilege to find

A short release from all our care,
To leave the world's pursuits behind
And breathe a more celestial air.

4 O Lord, that earthly love destroy
Which clings too fondly to our breast;
Through grace prepare us to enjoy
The coming hours of hallowed rest.

5 And, when Thy word shall set us free
From every burden that we bear,
Oh may we rise to rest with Thee,
And hail a brighter Sabbath there!

20 7. 7. 7. 7. 7. 7.

1 Q AFELY through another week,

(O God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek

On th' approaching Sabbath day:
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 Mercies multiplied each hour,

Gracious Lord, our praise demand;
Guarded by Thy mighty power,

Nourished by Thy bounteous hand:
Now, from worldly care set free,
May we rest this night with Thee.

3 When the morn shall bid us rise,

May we feel Thy presence near;
May Thy glory meet our eyes,

When we in Thy house appear;
And may all our Sabbaths prove
Foretastes of the joys above.

21 C M.

1 QIX days of labour now are past;
O Thou restest, Holy God,
And with approving eye hast seen

That all is very good.

2 Blest is the seventh morn of light,

Hallowed for rest Divine;
Yet, Lord, a new creation needs
That mighty power of Thine.