14 But Thou wilt hear the thought I mean, Wilt hear the thanks among the words, Still, still thy love will beckon me, I would not have Thee otherwise And so, for all my sighs, my heart O Love divine, most far and near, J. W. Chadwick. Evening. Now that day its wings has furled. Home to sleep upon thy breast. All the night from dream to dream, If I waken, calm and fair Be the thoughts that in me rise; And thy presence in the air Make my heart a Paradise, 75, 15 16 But if trouble in my heart, Or fierce pain me restless keep, Evening. S. A. Brooke. 8.7. Now on land and sea descending, Stars of heaven shine out above, Telling still the ancient story— Now our wants and burdens leaving Hope and Faith and Love rise glorious Evening. S. Longfellow. HOLY Father, who this day With thy light. 7.7.7.7.3. In our hearts bid tumult cease; Send thy comfort from on high, They shall rest. Those, now far from home in sin, Lead their trembling steps to Thee; Hush complaints; bend every will With dark clouds and shadows vast We are blind, and see not why Grant release. Steer us onward to that shore Guide it through the gathering dark To the light. Edith Miles. Go down, great sun, into thy golden west, The day is done, the hours of labour past; The night's dark shadows deepen all around; The day is over; rest has come at last. And so our life to eventide draws nigh, IOS. Our days of change their course have almost run; And soon the storms of winter will be past, And then comes summer, and th' unsetting sun. And in that holier world of joy and peace, Our sun shall rise upon a land so blest, That none in this poor world have words to tell How great the joy of that pure heavenly rest. But there the Light that never dies shines on Undimmed, unclouded through th' eternal years; And souls shall find, in that sweet home of Love, The hand that wipes away the mourners' tears. Now, when the burden of the day is gone, When the glad morn upon the hills was spread, Now, as the darkness gathers overhead, 19 Night spreads her shade upon another day So o'er our faults, thy love, we humbly pray, Silence and calm, o'er hearts by earth distrest, So every fear that struggles in the heart. Thou, through the dark, wilt watch above our sleep With eye of love; And Thou wilt wake us, when the sunbeams leap The hills above. From age to age unchanging, still the same Hallowed for ever be thy holy name In every heart. Anon. Evening. EVENSONG is hushed in silence 8.7. |