4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And command us to the tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in bright, eternal bloom.
Morning or Evening. All from God. 1 FATHER! thy paternal care
Has my guardian been, my guide!
Every hallowed wish and prayer
Has thy hand of love supplied;
Thine is every thought of bliss,
Left by hours and days gone by;
Every hope thy offspring is,
Beaming from futurity.
2 Every sun of splendid ray;
Every moon that shines serene;
Every morn that welcomes day;
Every evening's twilight scene,
Every hour which wisdom brings;
Every incense at thy shrine;
These and all life's holiest things,
And its fairest-all are thine.
3 And for all, my hymns shall rise
Daily to thy gracious throne:
Thither let my asking eyes
Turn unwearied-righteous One!
Through life's strange vicissitude
There reposing all my care,
Trusting still through ill and good,
Fixed and cheered and counselled there.
Reflections at Sunset.
1 THE mellow eve is gliding
Serenely down the west;
So, every care subsiding,
My soul would sink to rest.
2 The woodland hum is ringing
The daylight's gentle close;
May angels round me singing,
Thus hymn my last repose.
3 The evening star has lighted
Her crystal lamp on high;
So, when in death benighted,
May hope illume the sky.
4 In golden splendor dawning,
The morrow's light shall break;
O, on the last bright morning
May I in glory wake.
1 THUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days!
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past,
He gives me strength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to sleep;
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.
Trusting God. Evening Hymn.
1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O, keep me, King of kings,
Beneath the shadow of thy wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, through thy dear Son
The ills which I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 0, may my soul on thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close!
Sleep that shall me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.
4 Be thou my Guardian while I sleep;
Thy watchful station near me keep;
My heart with love celestial fill,
And guard me from th' approach of ill.
5 Lord, let my heart forever share
The bliss of thy paternal care:
"T is heaven on earth, 't is heaven above,
To see thy face and sing thy love.
1 INDULGENT GOD, whose bounteous care
O'er all thy works is shown,
let my grateful praise and prayer
Ascend before thy throne!
2 What mercies has this day bestowed!
How largely hast thou blest!
My cup with plenty overflowed,
With cheerfulness my breast.
3 Now may sweet slumbers close my eyes,
From pain and sickness free;
And let my waking thoughts arise
To meditate on thee.
4 So bless each future day and night,
Till life's fond scene is o'er;
At length, to realms of endless light
Enraptured let me soar.
“Abide with us, for it is towards evening, and the day is far
1 'Tis gone, that bright and orbéd blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.
2 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou be near:
Oh may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.
4 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.
1 INTERVAL of grateful shade,
Welcome to my weary head!
Welcome slumbers to mine eyes,
Tired with glaring vanities!
2 My great Master still allows
Needful periods of repose:
By my heavenly Father blest,
Thus I give my powers to rest.
3 Heavenly Father, gracious name!
Night and day his love the same!
Far be each suspicious thought,
Every anxious care forgot!
4 Thou, my ever-bounteous God,
Crown'st my days with various good;
Thy kind eye which cannot sleep,
My defenceless hours shall keep.
5 Blest vicissitude to me!
Day and night I'm still with thee;
Guarded thus I sink to rest,
Lodged within my Father's breast.
Flight of Time.
1 ANOTHER day is past,
The hours forever fled,
And time is bearing us away
To mingle with the dead.
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