2 Through this day Thy hand has led me,
And I thank Thee for Thy care;
Thou hast warmed me, clothed and fed me,
Listen to my evening prayer.
3 Let my sins be all forgiven,
Bless the friends I love so well;
Take me, when I die, to heaven,
Happy there with Thee to dwell. Amen.
453 "The day is Thine, the night also is Thine."
1 Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
2 Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.
3 Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May our eyelids close.
4 Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea.
5 Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.
6 Through the long night watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.
7 When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure and fresh and blameless
In Thy holy eyes.
8 Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to Thee, blest Spirit,
Whilst all ages run.
454 "The earth is full of the goodness of the Lord."
1 I SING the almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day:
The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey.
3 I sing the goodness of the Lord
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His word,
And then pronounced them good.
4 Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed
Where'er I turn mine eye;
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!
5 There's not a plant or flower below,
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne.
6 Creatures, as numerous as they be,
Are subject to Thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.
7 His hand is my perpetual guard;
He keeps me with His eye:
Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh? Amen.
455 "The eyes of all wait upon Thee, O Lord, and Thou givest them their meat in due
1 WE plough the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes, and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain:
All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord,
For all His love.
2 He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey Him,
By Him the birds are fed;
Much more, to us His children
He gives our daily bread.
All good gifts, &c.
3 We thank Thee, then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,
The seed-time and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food:
Accept the gifts we offer,
For all Thy love imparts,
And, what Thou most desirest,
Our humble thankful hearts.
All good gifts, &c.
456 Thy word have I hid in my heart."
1 How shall the young preserve their ways
From all pollution free?
By making still their course of life
With Thy commands agree.
2 With hearty zeal for Thee I seek,
To Thee for succour pray;
O suffer not my careless steps
From Thy right path to stray!
3 Safe in my heart, and closely hid,
Thy Word, my treasure, lies;
To succour me with timely aid,
When sinful thoughts arise.
4 Secured by that, my grateful soul
Shall ever bless Thy Name:
O teach me then by Thy just laws
My future life to frame! Amen.
457 "Little children, your sins are forgiven
you for His Name's sake.
1 EVER Would I fain be reading
In the ancient holy Book,
Of my Saviour's gentle pleading,
Truth in every word and look.
2 How, when children came, He blessed them, Suffered no man to reprove,
Took them in His arms, and pressed them
To His heart with words of love.
3 How to all the sick and tearful
Help was ever gladly shown;
How He sought the poor and fearful,
Called them brothers and His own.
4 Still I read the ancient story,
And my joy is ever new,
How for us He left His glory,
How He still is kind and true;
5 How the flock He gently leadeth,
Whom His Father gave Him here;
How His arms He widely spreadeth,
To His heart to draw us near.
Let me kneel, my Lord, before Thee,
Let my heart in tears o'erflow,
Melted by Thy love, adore Thee,
Blest in Thee 'mid joy or woe! Amen.
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