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1 Thus 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.

2 Much 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.

3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head:
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 Faith 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!

L. M.

Sabbath Evening.

ANONYMOUS.

1 THERE is a time when moments flow

More happily than all beside;

It is, of all the times below,

A Sabbath at the eventide.

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And all below and all above

The various forms of Nature wear
One universal garb of love.

3 And then the peace that Jesus brought,
The life of grace eternal beams,
And we, by his example taught,
Improve the life his love redeems.

4 Delightful 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.

L. M. HYMNS AND ANTHEMS

Night.

1 O'ER silent field, and lonely lawn,
Her dusky mantle Night hath drawn ;
At twilight's holy, heartfelt hour,
In man his better soul hath power.

2 The passions are at peace within,
And still each stormy thought of sin;
The yielding bosom, overawed,

Breathes love to man and love to God.

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Morning Hymn.

1 0, TIMELY happy, timely wise,

Hearts that with rising morn arise!
Eyes that the beam celestial view,
Which evermore makes all things new!

2 New every morning is the love

KEBLE.

Our wakening and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.

3 New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

4 Old 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.

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Morning Nymn.

ANONYMOUS.

1 Now, when the dusky shades of night, retreating Before the sun's red banner, swiftly flee,

Now, when the terrors of the dark are fleeting,
O Lord! we lift our thankful hearts to thee.

2 To thee, whose word, the fount of light unsealing, When hill and dale in thickest darkness lay, Awoke bright rays across the dim earth stealing,

And bade the even and morn complete the day.

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

4 In vain to labor, unless thou be with him,
Man goeth forth through all the weary day;
In vain his strife, in vain his toil unceasing,

Unless thy staff bring comfort on his way.

5 Thou who hast made the north and south, watch o'er us;

Thou in whose name the lonely ones rejoice,
Still let thy cloudy pillar glide before us,
Still let us listen for thy warning voice.

6 So, when that morn of endless light is waking,
And shades of evil from its splendors flee,
Safe may we rise, the earth's dark breast forsaking,
Through all the long bright day to dwell with thec.

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L. M.
Evening Wymn.

10 THOU true life of all that live!

LYRA CATII.

Who dost, unmoved, all motion sway;
Who dost the morn and evening give,
And through its changes guide the day;

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2 Thy light upon our evening pour,
So may our souls no sunset see;
But death to us an open door

To an eternal morning be.

7s M.

Dews and Tears.

SARAH F. ADAMS.

1 GENTLY fall the dews of eve,
Raising still the languid flowers;
Sweetly flow the tears that grieve
O'er a mourner's stricken hours.

2 Blessed tears and dews that yet
Lift us nearer unto heaven!
Let us still his praise repeat,
Who in mercy all hath given.

7s M.

Evening Hymn.

ST. GREGORY.

1 SOURCE of light and life divine!
Thou didst cause the light to shine;
Thou didst bring thy sunbeams forth
O'er thy new-created earth.

2 Shade of night, and morning ray,
Took from thee the name of day:
Now again the shades are nigh,
Listen to our mournful cry.