EVENING PRAISE. P. M. W. F. SHERWIN. Day is dying in the West; Heav'n is touch-ing earth with rest: Wait and wor-ship while the night Heav'n and earth are full of thee! Heav'n and earth are prais-ing thee, 0 PARACLETE. 78, 5. U. C. BURNAP. When the day of toil is done, When the race of life is run, Father, grant thy wearied one Rest for ev-er-more. WHEN the day of toil is done, 2 When the strife of sin is stilled, 3 When the darkness melts away At the breaking of the day, Bid us hail the cheering ray,— Light for evermore. 4 When the heart by sorrow tried Feels at length its throbs subside, Bring us, where all tears are dried, Joy for evermore. GOD of pity, God of grace: Hear, forgive, and save. 2 When we in thy temple meet, Spread our wants before thy feet, Pleading at the mercy-seat: Look from heaven and save. 3 When thy love our hearts shall fill, And we long to do thy will, Turning to thy holy hill: Lord, accept and save. 4 Should we wander from thy fold, And our love to thee grow cold, With a pitying eye behold: Lord, forgive and save. 5 Should the hand of sorrow press, Earthly care and want distress, May our souls thy peace possess ; Jesus, hear and save. 6 And whate'er our cry may be, Mrs. E. F. Morris. THE radiant morn hath passed away, Creep on once more. 2 Our life is but a fading dawn; 3 Oh, by thy soul-inspiring grace, Uplift our hearts to realms on high; Help us to look to that bright place Beyond the sky; 4 Where light and life and joy and peace In undivided empire reign, And thronging angels never cease Their deathless strain ; 5 Where saints are clothed in spotless white, And evening shadows never fall; Where thou, eternal Light of light, 3 O Master, point thou out the way, 4 Thou hast passed on before our face; 5 Whom have we in the heaven above, HAIL, sacred day of earthly rest, 2 A holy stillness, breathing calm 3 No sound of jarring strife is heard 4 Accept, O God, my hymn of praise Godfrey Thring, alt. SWEET is the light of Sabbath eve, 2 The time, how lovely and how still! Peace shines and smiles on all below; The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, All fair with evening's setting glow. 3 Season of rest! the tranquil soul Feels sweet the calm, and melts to love, And while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees the smiling heaven above. 4 Nor will our days of toil be long; Our pilgrimage will soon be trod; And we shall join the ceaseless song, The endless Sabbath of our God. James Edmeston. 110 "Gate of Heaven." And come, according to thy word. 2 From busy scenes we now retreat, That we may here converse with thee: Ah, Lord! behold us at thy feet; Let this the "gate of heaven" be. 3 "Chief of ten thousand!" now appear, Thomas Kelly. 111 Giber of Best. FAR from my thoughts, vain world, begone! Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see: 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, Isaac Watts. |