2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we Oppressed with various ills draw near; What if Thy form we cannot see? We know and feel that Thou art here. 30 Saviour Christ, our woes dispel; For some are sick, and some are sad, 5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, 60 Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind, but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide. 7 Thy touch has still its ancient power; 15 THE C. M. HE shadows of the evening hours 2 Before Thy throne, O Lord of heaven, We kneel at close of day; Look on Thy children from on high, 3 The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord, But let the incense of our prayers 4 The brightness of the coming night With hopes of future glory chase 5 Slowly the rays of daylight fade : The hopes in earthly love and joy, 6 Slowly the bright stars, one by one, Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in heaven, 7 Let peace, O Lord, Thy peace, O God, Upon our souls descend; From midnight fears, and perils, Thou 8 Give us a respite from our toil; Calm and subdue our woes; 16 Through the long day we labor, Lord, 'HE day is past and over: THE All thanks, O Lord, to Thee! I pray Thee that offenceless The hours of dark may be. P. M. And save me through the coming night! 2 The joys of day are over: Q Jesu, make their darkness light, 3 The toils of day are over: And guard me through the coming night! 4 Lighten mine eyes, O Saviour, "He could not make their darkness light, Nor guard them through the hours of night." 5 Be Thou my soul's preserver, O God! for Thou dost know How many are the perils Through which I have to go. Lover of men, oh, hear my call, And guard and save me from them all! 17 SA 8.7. AVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, Sin and want we come confessing; 2 Though the night be dark and dreary, 3 Though destruction walk around us, 4 Be Thou nigh, should death o'ertake us; 5 Father, to Thy holy keeping 18 A L. M. LL praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 4 Oh, may my soul on Thee repose, 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, 6 Oh, when shall I, in endless day, 7 Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; 19 Go 8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4. OD, that madest earth and heaven, Who the day for toil hast given, May Thine angel-guards defend us, 2 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, 20 May we in Thy mighty keeping, All peaceful lie : When the last dread call shall wake us, But to reign in glory take us With Thee on high. NOV C. M. OW from the altar of our hearts Assist us, Lord, to offer up |