  935. L. M. Keble.Morning Hymn. 1Oh! timely happy, timely wise. Hearts that with rising morn arise! Eyes that the beam celestial view, Which evermore makes all things new! 2New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. 3New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 4If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. 5Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see; Some softening gleams of love and prayer, Shall dawn on every cross and care. 936. L. M. Bishop Kenn.Morning Resolutions. 1Awake, my soul! and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to th' eternal King. 3In conversation be sincere; Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear; Think how the all-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 4Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins like morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will And with thyself my spirit fill. 5Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. 937. C. M. Montgomery.Acknowledging God's Hand. Morning. 1What secret hand, at morning light, Softly unseals mine eye, Draws back the curtain of the night, And opens earth and sky; 2'Tis thine, my God,--the same that kept My resting hours from harm; No ill came nigh me, for I slept Beneath th' Almighty's arm. 3'Tis thine, my daily bread that brings, Like manna scattered round, And clothes me, as the lily springs In beauty from the ground. 4In death's dark valley though I stray 'Twould there my steps attend, Guide with the staff my lonely way, And with the rod defend. 5May that sure hand uphold me still Through life's uncertain race, To bring me to thy holy hill, And to thy dwelling-place. 938. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll.Morning Hymn. 1Now, the shades of night are gone; Now the morning light comes on; Lord, may we be thine to-day, Drive the shades of sin away. 2Fill our souls with heavenly light, Banish doubt, and clear our sight; In thy service, Lord, to-day, May we stand, and watch and pray. 3Keep our haughty passions bound; Save us from our foes around; Going out and coming in, Keep us safe from every sin. 4When our work of life is past, O, receive us then at last; Night and sin will be no more, When we reach the heavenly shore. 939. L. M. Watts.The Same. 1God of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies. 2From the fair chambers of the east, The circuit of his race begins, And, without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines. 3O, like the sun may I fulfil The appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will March on and keep my heavenly way. 4Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes, Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 940. C. M. Mrs. Steele.The Same. 1Lord of my life! O may thy praise Employ my noblest powers, Whose goodness lengthens out my days. And fills the circling hours! 2Preserved by thy almighty arm, I passed the shades of night, Serene and safe from every harm, And see returning light. 3While many spend the night in sighs And restless pains and woes, In gentle sleep I close my eyes And undisturbed repose. 4When sleep death's semblance o'er me spread, And I unconscious lay, Thy watchful care was round my bed, To guard my feeble clay. 5O let the same almighty care My waking hours attend; From every danger, every snare, My heedless steps defend. 941. L. M. Watts.Morning or Evening Hymn. 1My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies, from above, Gently distil like early dew. 2Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3I yield my powers to thy command; To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. 942. 8s. & 7s. M. Edmeston.Confidence in God's Protection. 1Father, breathe an evening blessing Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save and thou canst heal. 2Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly, Angel guards from thee surround us; We are safe, if thou art nigh. 3Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee; Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be. 4Should 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. 1Father! 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. 2Every 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. 3And 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. 944. 7s. & 6s. M. Sacred Songs.Reflections at Sunset. 1The mellow eve is gliding Serenely down the west; So, every care subsiding, My soul would sink to rest. 2The woodland hum is ringing The daylight's gentle close; May angels round me singing, Thus hymn my last repose. 3The evening star has lighted Her crystal lamp on high; So, when in death benighted, May hope illume the sky. 4In golden splendor dawning, The morrow's light shall break; O, on the last bright morning May I in glory wake. 945. L. M. Watts.Evening Hymn. 1Thus 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. 2Much 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. 3I lay my body down to sleep; Peace is the pillow for my head: While well appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4Faith 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. 5And 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. 946. L. M. Kenn.Trusting God. Evening Hymn. 1Glory 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. 2Forgive 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. 3O, 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. 4Be 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. 5Lord, let my heart forever share The bliss of thy paternal care: 'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face and sing thy love. 947. C. M. Anonymous.Evening Hymn. 1Indulgent God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown, O let my grateful praise and prayer Ascend before thy throne! 2What mercies has this day bestowed! How largely hast thou blest! My cup with plenty overflowed, With cheerfulness my breast. 3Now may sweet slumbers close my eyes, From pain and sickness free; And let my waking thoughts arise To meditate on thee. 4So 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. 948. L. M. Keble."Abide with us, for it is towards evening, and the day is far spent." 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. 2Sun 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. 3When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought now sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast. 4Abide 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. 949. 7s. M. Doddridge.Evening Hymn. 1Interval of grateful shade, Welcome to my weary head! Welcome slumbers to mine eyes, Tired with glaring vanities! 2My great Master still allows Needful periods of repose: By my heavenly Father blest, Thus I give my powers to rest. 3Heavenly Father, gracious name! Night and day his love the same! Far be each suspicious thought, Every anxious care forgot! 4Thou, my ever-bounteous God, Crown'st my days with various good; Thy kind eye which cannot sleep, My defenceless hours shall keep. 5Blest vicissitude to me! Day and night I'm still with thee; Guarded thus I sink to rest, Lodged within my Father's breast 950. S. M. Curtis' Coll.Flight of Time. 1Another day is past, The hours forever fled, And time is bearing us away To mingle with the dead. 2Our minds in perfect peace Our Father's care shall keep, We yield to gentle slumber now, For thou canst never sleep. 3How blessÉd, Lord, are they On thee securely stayed! Nor shall they be in life alarmed, Nor be in death dismayed. 951. S. M. Anonymous.Evening Hymn. 1The day is past and gone; The evening shades appear; O, may we all remember well The night of death draws near! 2We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest; So death shall soon disrobe us all Of what is here possessed. 3Lord, keep us safe this night, Secure from all our fears; May angels guard us, while we sleep, Till morning light appears! 952. 8s. & 7s. M. (Peculiar.) Kelly.An Evening Offering. 1Through the day thy love hath spared us, Now we lay us down to rest; Through the silent watches guard us, Let no foe our peace molest; Father, thou our guardian be, Sweet it is to trust in thee. 2Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, Dwelling in the midst of foes,-- Us and ours preserve from dangers, In thine arms let us repose, And, when life's short day is past, Rest with thee in heaven at last. 953. 7s. M. Missionary Mag.Evening Hymn. 1Lord of glory! King of power! In this lone and silent hour, While the shades of darkness rise, And the eve is on the skies, By thy blessing, as the dews, Which yon shaded skies diffuse, Bid our feverish passions cease; Calm us with thy promised peace. 2Wheresoe'er the brow of pain Seeks oblivion's balm in vain, Or the form of watchful grief Knows not of the night's relief, There thy pity, softening power, There the spirit's calm restore; Till each tongue, from murmuring free, Wakes the hymn of praise to thee. 954. P. M. Bp. Heber.Evening Aspiration. God, that madest earth and heaven, Darkness and light,-- Who the day for toil hast given, For rest the night,-- May thine angel guards defend us, Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This livelong night. 955. 7s. M. Anonymous.Evening Hymn. Ps. 141:2. 1Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, I will commune with thee. 2Thou, whose all-pervading eye Nought escapes, without, within: Pardon each infirmity, Open fault and secret sin. 3Soon, for me, the light of day Shall forever pass away; Then from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. 956. L. M. Kenn.Midnight. 1My God, I now from sleep awake; The sole possession of me take; From midnight terrors me secure, And guard my heart from thoughts impure. 2Blest angels, while we silent lie, You hallelujahs sing on high; You joyful hymn the Ever-blest, Before the throne, and never rest. 3I with your choir celestial join, In offering up a hymn divine; With you in heaven I hope to dwell, And bid the night and world farewell. 4Blest Jesus, thou, on heaven intent, Whole nights hast in devotion spent; But I, frail creature, soon am tired, And all my zeal is soon expired. 5Shine on me, Lord, new life impart, Fresh ardors kindle in my heart: One ray of thy all-quickening light Dispels the sloth and clouds of night. 957. S. M. Conder.Saturday Evening. 1The hours of evening close; Its lengthened shadows, drawn O'er scenes of earth, invite repose, And wait the Sabbath dawn. 2So let its calm prevail O'er forms of outward care; Nor thought for "many things" assail The still retreat of prayer. 3Our guardian Shepherd near His watchful eye will keep; And, safe from violence and fear, Will fold his flock to sleep. 4So may a holier light Than earth's our spirits rouse, And call us, strengthened by his might, To pay the Lord our vows. 958. L. M. 6l. Anonymous.The Same. 1Sweet to the soul the parting ray, That ushers placid evening in, When with the still, expiring day, The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin; How grateful to the anxious breast, The sacred hours of holy rest. 2Hushed is the tumult of this day, And worldly cares and business cease; While soft the vesper breezes play, To hymn the glad return of peace. O season blest! O moment given To turn the vagrant thoughts to heaven. 3Oft as this hallowed hour shall come, O raise my thoughts from earthly things, And bear them to my heavenly home, On living faith's immortal wings-- Till the last gleam of life decay, In one eternal Sabbath day. 959. L. M. Cunningham.Sabbath Morning. 1Dear is the hallowed morn to me, When Sabbath bells awake the day, And, by their sacred minstrelsy, Call me from earthly cares away. 2And dear to me the wingÉd hour, Spent in thy hallowed courts, O Lord! To feel devotion's soothing power, And catch the manna of thy word. 3And dear to me the loud Amen, Which echoes through the blest abode, Which swells and sinks, and swells again, Dies on the walls, but lives to God. 4Oft when the world, with iron hands, Has bound me in its six days' chain, This bursts them, like the strong man's bands, And lets my spirit loose again. 5Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre, Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms; Ours be the prophet's car of fire That bears us to a Father's arms. 960. L. M. Anonymous.Sabbath Evening. 1There is a time when moments flow More happily than all beside; It is, of all the times below, A Sabbath of the eventide. 2O then the setting sun shines fair, And all below, and all above, The various forms of Nature, wear One universal garb of love. 3And then the peace that Jesus brought The life of grace eternal beams, And we, by his example taught, Improve the life his love redeems. 4Delightful scene! a world at rest; A God all love; no grief, no fear; A heavenly hope, a peaceful breast, A smile, unsullied by a tear. |
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