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H. J. GAUNTLETT.

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What strength for warfare, balm for grief,

What peace of mind ! 4 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;

My spirit seems in heaven to stay; And ev'n the penitential tear

Is wiped away. 5 Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore,

No privilege so dear shall be As thus my inmost soul to pour

In prayer to thee.

Charlotte Elliott.

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My God, is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet—The hour of prayer?

107 The hour of prayer.
My God, is any hour so sweet,

From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to thy feet-

The hour of prayer? 2 Then is my strength by thee renewed;

Then are my sins by thee forgiven; Then dost thou cheer my solitude,

With hopes of heaven. 3 No words can tell what sweet relief

Here for my every want I find:

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The Sab-bath-day has reached its close, Yet, Sav-iour, ere

re - pose,

Grant me the peace thy love be - stows: Smile on

my eve-ning

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108 The evening hour.
The Sabbath-day has reached its close,
Yet, Saviour, ere I seek repose,
Grant me the peace thy love bestows:

Smile on my evening hour.
2 Weary I come to thee for rest;
Hallow and calm my troubled breast;
Grant me thy Spirit for my guest:

Smile on my evening hour.
3 Let not the gospel seed remain
Unfruitful, or be sown in vain;
Let heavenly dews descend like rain :

Smile on my evening hour.

4 O Jesus, Lord enthroned on high,
Thou hearest the contrite spirit's sigh;
Look down on me with pitying eye:

Smile on my evening hour.
5 My only intercessor thou,
Mingle thy fragrant incense now
With every prayer, and every vow:

Smile on my evening hour.
6 And, oh, when time's short course shall end,
And death's dark shades around impend,
My God, my everlasting Friend,

Smile on my evening hour.

Charlotte Elliott,

ALSACE. L. M.

From BEETHOVEN.

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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.

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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.

BONAR. P. M.

Arr. fr. J. B. CALKIN.

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117 Uuells of Salbation.
COME, pure hearts, in sweetest measures
Sing of those who spread the treasures

In the holy Gospels shrined;
Blesséd tidings of salvation,
Peace on earth their proclamation,

Love from God to lost mankind. 2 See the rivers four that gladden With their streams the better Eden

Planted by our Lord most dear; Christ the fountain, these the waters; Drink, O Zion's sons and daughters,

Drink and find salvation here.
3 Oh, that we, thy truth confessing,
And thy holy word possessing,

Jesus, may thy love adore;
Unto thee our voices raising,
Thee with all thy ransomed praising,
Ever and for evermore.

R. Campbell, tr.
118 “Deliver us from evil."
FATHER, in high heaven dwelling,
May our evening song be telling

Of thy mercy large and free: Through the day thy love hath fed us, Through the day thy care hath led us,

With divinest charity. 2 This day's sins, oh, pardon, Saviour! Evil thoughts, perverse behavior,

Envy, pride, and vanity;
From all evil us deliver;
Save us now, and save us ever,

O thou Lamb of Calvary!

3 Whilst the night-dews are distilling, Holy Ghost, each heart be filling

With thine own serenity; Softly let our eyes be closing, Loving souls on thee reposing, Ever-blesséd Trinity.

George Rawson. 119

Ebening Song.
UPWARD where the stars are burning,
Silent, silent in their turning,

Round the never changing pole ;
Upward where the sky is brightest,
Upward where the blue is lightest,-

Lift I now my longing soul. 2 Far beyond the arch of gladness, Far beyond these clouds of sadness,

Are the many mansions fair: Far from pain and sin and folly, In that palace of the holy

I would find my mansion there. 3 Where the Lamb on high is seated, By ten thousand voices greeted:

Lord of lords, and King of kings! Son of man, they crown, they crown him, Son of God, they own, they own him,

With his name the palace rings.
4 Blessing, honor, without measure,
Heavenly riches, earthly treasure,

Lay we at his blesséd feet:
Poor the praise that now we render,
Loud shall be our voices yonder,

When before his throne we meet.

Horatius Bonar.

F. R. GREY.

Ho- ly chant and psalm.

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121 Jesus, habe mercy.
LORD of mercy and of might,
Of mankind the life and light,
Maker, Teacher, Infinite;

Jesus, hear and save!
2 Strong Creator, Saviour mild,
Humbled to a mortal child,
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled;

Jesus, hear and save!
3 Throned above celestial things,
Borne aloft on angels' wings,
Lord of lords, and King of kings,

Jesus, hear and save!
4 Soon to come to earth again,
Judge of angels and of men,
Hear us now, and hear us then,
Jesus, hear and save!

Reginald Heber.

J. B. Dykes.

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Three in One, and One in Three, Ru-ler of the earth and sea, Hear us, while we lift to thee

120 Evening psalm.
THREE in One, and One in Three,
Ruler of the earth and sea,
Hear us, while we lift to thee

Holy chant and psalm.
2 Light of lights; with morning, shine;
Lift on us thy light divine;
And let charity benign

Breathe on us her balm.
3 Light of lights; when falls the even,
Let it close on sin forgiven;
Fold us in the peace of heaven,

Shed a vesper calm.
4 Three in One, and One in Three,
Darkling here we worship thee;
With the saints hereafter we

Hope to bear the palm.

Gilbert Rorison.

CARAMEA. 78, 5.

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Jesus, Shepherd of the sheep, Who thy Father's flock dost keep, Safe we wake and safe we sleep, Guard-ed still by

122 “The footsteps of the flock."
JESUS, Shepherd of the sheep,
Who thy Father's flock dost keep,
Safe we wake and safe we sleep,

Guarded still by thee.
2 In thy promise firm we stand,
None can pluck us from thy hand,
Speak--we hear--at thy command,

We will follow thee.
3 By thy blood our souls were bought,
By thy life salvation wrought,

By thy light our feet are taught,

Lord, to follow thee. 4 Father, draw us to thy Son; We with joy will follow on, Till the work of grace is done,

And from sin set free5 We in robes of glory dressed, Join the assembly of the blest, Gathered to eternal rest,

In the fold with thee.

Henry Cook.

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