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SOUTHPORT. C. M.

Geo. Kingsley. 1853.

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1. Hail, tranquil hour of closing day! Be gone, disturbing

care!

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2 How sweet the tear of penitence,
Before his throne of grace,
While, to the contrite spirit's sense,
He shows his smiling face.

3 How sweet,thro' long-remembered years,
His mercies to recall; [fears,
And, pressed with wants, and griefs, and
To trust his love for all.

4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, Beyond this fading sky,

And hear him call his children up
To his fair home on high.

5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven
To dawn beyond the west;
So let my soul, in life's last even,
Retire to glorious rest.

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,

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I I LOVE to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.

I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,
And all his promises to plead,

Where none but God can hear.

3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

4 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er. May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day!

Phabe H. Brown. 182

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yet more faint the sun-light glows; O bright-ness of thy Father's glo-ry, Thou,

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3 Thou, who in darkness walking didst appear
Upon the waves, and thy disciples cheer,
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,
And earthly hopes and human succors fail:
When all is dark, may we behold thee nigh,
And hear thy voice, "Fear not, for it is I."
4 The weary world is mouldering to decay,
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away;
In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall,
May we arise, awakened by thy call,
With thee, O Lord, forever to abide

In that blest day which has no eventide.

NIGHTFALL. 8s & 7s.

C. Wordsworth.

J. Barnby. 1870.

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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.)

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2 To thee, whose word the fount of life unsealing,
When hill and dale in thickest darkness lay,
Awoke bright rays across the dim earth stealing,
And bade the eve and morn complete the day.

3 Look from the height of heaven, and send to cheer us
Thy light and truth, and guide us onward still;
Still let thy mercy, as of old, be near us,
And lead us safely to thy Holy Hill.

4 So, when that morn of endless light is waking,
And shades of evil from its splendors flee,
Safe may we rise, this earth's dark vale forsaking,
Through all the long bright day to dwell with thee.
5 Be this by thee, O God Thrice Holy, granted,
O Father, Son, and Spirit, ever blest;
Whose glory by the heaven and earth is chanted,
Whose Name by men and angels is confest.

2 The joys of day are over;

We lift our hearts to thee,
And ask thee, that offenceless
The hours of dark may be:

O Jesus, make their darkness light,
And save us through the coming night.

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.

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