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Through life's long day and death's dark night,
4 Do more than pardon; give us joy,
Sweet fear, and sober liberty,
That only long to be like Thee.
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,
I long for that blest morrow,
2 The night is here;
With Thy bright lamp, O Jesus,
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
To Salem, then,
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!
17 6. 4. 6. 6.
1 mHE sun is sinking fast,
Her evening sacrifice.
2 As Christ upon the cross
His head inclined,
3 So now herself my soul
Would wholly give
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,
6 Thus would I live; yet now
Not I, but He
7 One Sacred Trinity!
One Lord Divine!
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,
2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
19 L. M.
1 A NOTHER week has passed away.
2 Delivered from its weekly load,
3 Now 'tis our privilege to find
A short release from all our care,
4 O Lord, that earthly love destroy
5 And, when Thy word shall set us free
20 7. 7. 7. 7. 7. 7.
1 Q AFELY through another week,
(O God has brought us on our way;
On th' approaching Sabbath day:
2 Mercies multiplied each hour,
Gracious Lord, our praise demand;
Nourished by Thy bounteous hand:
3 When the morn shall bid us rise,
May we feel Thy presence near;
When we in Thy house appear;
21 C M.
1 QIX days of labour now are past;
That all is very good.
2 Blest is the seventh morn of light,
Hallowed for rest Divine;