SOUTHPORT. C. M. Geo. Kingsley. 1853. P 1. Hail, tranquil hour of closing day! Be gone, disturbing care! 2 How sweet the tear of penitence, 3 How sweet,thro' long-remembered years, 4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, Beyond this fading sky, And hear him call his children up 5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven 67 (DALLAS.) Leonard Bacon. 1845. 2 Leaning on thy tender care, Thou hast led my soul aright; Fervent was my morning prayer; Joyful is my song to-night. 3 Tender mercies on my way Falling softly like the dew, 66 2 I I LOVE to steal awhile away I love in solitude to shed Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, 4 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er. May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, Phabe H. Brown. 182 3 Thou, who in darkness walking didst appear In that blest day which has no eventide. NIGHTFALL. 8s & 7s. C. Wordsworth. J. Barnby. 1870. MORNING PRAISE. 11s & 10s. John Stainer. 1. Now, when the dusk-y shades of night re-treat-ing Before the sun's red banner swiftly flee; Now, when the terrors of the dark are fleeting, O Lord, we lift our thank-ful hearts to thee: 72 (TWILIGHT.) 71 2 To thee, whose word the fount of life unsealing, 3 Look from the height of heaven, and send to cheer us 4 So, when that morn of endless light is waking, 2 The joys of day are over; We lift our hearts to thee, O Jesus, make their darkness light, 3 The toils of day are over; We raise our hymn to thee, And ask, that free from peril, The hours of dark may be: O Jesus, keep us in thy sight, And guard us through the coming night. English Hymnary. |