ALSACE. L. M.

From BEETHOVEN.

Stewart.

109 Sabbath Eve.

111 Giber of Best. SWEET is the light of Sabbath eve, COME, Holy Spirit! calm my mind,

And soft the sunbeams lingering there; And fit me to approach my God; For these blest hours the world I leave, Remove each vain, each worldly thought,

Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. And lead me to thy blest abode. 2 The time, how lovely and how still! 2 Hast thou imparted to my soul

Peace shines and smiles on all below; A living spark of holy fire ? The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, Oh, kindle now the sacred flame; All fair with evening's setting glow. Make me to burn with pure

desire. 3 Season of rest! the tranquil soul 3 A brighter faith and hope impart,

Feels sweet the calm, and melts to love, And let me now my Saviour see; And while these sacred moments roll, Oh, soothe and cheer my burdened heart,

Faith sees the smiling heaven above. And bid my spirit rest in thee. 4 Nor will our days of toil be long; Our pilgrimage will soon be trod; 112

Envocation. And we shall join the ceaseless song, Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone! The endless Sabbath of our God. Let my religious hours alone :

James Edmeston. Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see : 110 “ Gate of Meaben."

I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. How SWEET to leave the world awhile, 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,

And seek the presence of our Lord ! And kindles with a pure desire: Dear Saviour! on thy people smile, Come, my dear Jesus! from above,

And come, according to thy word. And feed my soul with heavenly love. 2 From busy scenes we now retreat, 3 Blest Saviour! what delicious fare,

That we may here converse with thee: How sweet thine entertainments are ! Ah, Lord! behold us at thy feet; Never did angels taste, above,

Let this the “gate of heaven" be. Redeeming grace and dying love. 3

“Chief of ten thousand!” now appear, 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine !

That we by faith may see thy face: In thee thy Father's glories shine: Oh, speak, that we thy voice may hear, Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One And let thy presence fill this place. That eyes have seen, or angels known ! Thomas Kelly

Isaac Watts.

Anne Steele.

113 Twilight.

115 “Bless us this eve!" GREAT God! to thee my evening song O FATHER, who didst all things make, With humble gratitude I raise ;

That heaven and earth might do thy will, Oh, let thy mercy tune my tongue, Bless us this eve for Jesus' sake,

And fill my heart with lively praise. And for thy work preserve us still. 2 My days unclouded as they pass, 2 0 Son, who didst redeem mankind, And every gentle, rolling hour,

And set the captive sinner free, Are monuments of wondrous grace, Keep us this eve with peaceful mind,

And witness to thy love and power. That we may safe abide with thee. 3 Seal my forgiveness in the blood 3 O Holy Ghost, who by thy power Of Jesus; his dear name alone

Dost sanctify the church elect,
I plead for pardon, gracious God! Seal us this eve, and hour by hour
And kind acceptance at thy throne. Our bodies guard, our souls direct.

4 Praise to the Father, and the Son, 114 "Desire of Nations."

O Spirit, equal praise to thee;
WHEN shades of night around us close, All glory be to God alone,
And weary limbs in sleep repose,

Now, and throughout eternity!
The faithful soul awake may be,
And longing sigh, O Lord, to thee.

116 "God is here." 2 Thou true Desire of nations, hear; Lo, God is here !—let us adore ! Thou Word of God, thou Saviour dear; And own how dreadful is this place! In pity heed our humble cries,

Let all within us feel his power, And bid at length the fallen rise.

And, silent, bow before his face. 3 Oh, come, Redeemer, come and free 2 Lo, God is here! him day and night Thine own from guilt and misery;

United choirs of angels sing: The gates of heaven again unfold, To him, enthroned above all height, Which Adam's sin had closed of old. Let saints their humble worship bring. 4 All praise, eternal Son, to thee, 3 Lord God of hosts! oh, may our praise Whose advent doth thy people free; Thy courts with grateful incense fill! Whom with the Father we adore Still may we stand before thy face, And Holy Ghost for evermore.

Still hear and do thy sovereign will.

J. Wesley, tr.

H. B. Heathcote.

Tr. fr. C. Coffin.