Naught can charm me here below, 3 For the blessings of this day, O, accept my song of praise! 1 THE hours of evening close; Its lengthened shadows, drawn And wait the Sabbath-dawn. 2 So let its calm prevail CONDER. O'er forms of outward care; 3 Our guardian Shepherd near His watchful eye will keep; 4 So may a holier light Than earth's our spirits rouse, And call us, strengthened by his might, 859. L. M. 6 L. Saturday Evening. PRATT'S COLL. 1 SWEET is the last, the parting ray, When, with the still, expiring day, How grateful to the anxious breast peace: To turn the wandering thoughts to heaven. 3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come, Lord! raise my thoughts from earthly things In one eternal Sabbath day. 860. 8 & 7s. M. 6 L. An Evening Offering. KELLY. 1 THROUGH the day thy love has spared us, Now we lay us down to rest; Let no foe our peace molest ; 2 Pilgrims here on earth and strangers, A Psalm of Night. W. H. BURLEIGH. 1 DAY unto day doth utter speech, And night to night thy voice makes known; Through all the earth, where thought may reach, Is heard the glad and solemn tone; And worlds beyond the farthest star 2 O Holy Father, 'mid the calm Thy tender mercies still extend, On thee, their Father and their Friend. 862. L. M. The Blessing of Sleep. BOWRING. 1 REVIVING sleep! thy sheltering wing Is o'er the couch of labor spread; Sweet minister, unearthly thing, That hovers round the tired one's head. 2 As calm and cold as mortal clay When life is fled, earth soundly sleeps, 3 O, then, thy spirit, Lord, anew Enkindles strength in sleeping men ; "Awake! for death's dark night is passed." 1 MY God, I now from sleep awake; The sole possession of me take; KENN From midnight terrors me secure, 864. L. M. Evening Hymn. WATTS. 1 THUS far the Lord has led me on, 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep; While well appointed angels keep 865. MISCELLANEOUS. C. M. WEST BOSTON COLL. The Christian encouraged in Sickness. 1 O, THERE 'S a better world on high; Faint not, thou traveller; on the sky 2 Anguish may rend each vital part ; Poor man, thy strength how frail ! Yet Heaven's own strength shall shield thy heart, When flesh and heart shall fail. 3 Through death's dark vale, of deepest shade, Thy feet must surely go; Yet there, e'en there, walk undismayed; 'Tis thy last scene of woe. 4 Thy God and with the tenderest hand Shall guard the traveller through ; "Hail!" shalt thou cry; "hail! promised land! And, wilderness, adieu!" 5 O Father, make our souls thy care, And bring us safe to thee; |