9 When wilt thou come unto me?-Ps. ci. 2. [L.M. 1 Come to me, Lord, when first I wake, As the faint lights of morning break; Like crystal dew-drops to the skies. 2 Come to me in the sultry noon, Or earth's low communings will soon And change my fairest day to night. 3 Come to me in the evening shade, And, if my heart from thee hath stray'd, Smile on me like thine evening star. 4 Come to me in the midnight hour, When sleep withholds its balmy power; Like John, upon my Saviour's breast. 5 Come to me through life's varied way, And when its pulses cease to play, 10 Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray. [S.M. Ps. ly. 17. Come let us kneel and pray; To walk with God all day. pray ; When the sun smites by day. Round the home-altar pray, At heaven's gate close the day [8s. 4. 4 When midnight seals our eyes, Let each in spirit say, With thee to watch and pray. 11 The hour of prayer.--Acts iii. 1. 1 My God, is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, The hour of prayer ? And blest that hour of solemn eve, The world I leave. Brighter than morn's ethereal glow; Than earth can know. Then are my sins by thee forgiven; solitude There for my every want I find; What peace of mind. My spirit seems in heaven to stay; Is wiped away. No privilege so dear shall be, In prayer to thee. 12 Walk before me, and be thou perfect.--Gen. xvii. 1. [L.M. 1 Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go My daily labour to pursue; In all I think, or speak, or do. 2 The task thy wisdom hath assign’d O let me cheerfully fulfil ; And prove thy good and perfect will. 3 Thee may I set at my right hand, Whose eyes my inmost substance see; And offer all my works to thee. moment watch and pray; And still to things eternal look, And hasten to thy glorious day. 5 For thee delightfully employ Whate’er thy bounteous grace hath given; And run my course with even joy, And closely walk with thee to heaven. Evening Prayer. O LORD.” 13 Abide with us; for the day is far spent. [10s. Luke xxiv. 29. 1 ABIDE with me : fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide: When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O thou, who changest not, abide with me. 3 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings; But kind and good, with healing in thy wings; Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea ; Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me. 4 I need thy presence every passing hour: What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me. 5 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness : Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me. 6 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.P 14 I will arise and go to my Father.—Luke xv. 18. [103. 1 FATHER, again in Jesus' name we meet, And bow in penitence beneath thy feet; To sue for mercy, and to sing thy praise. 2 O we would bless thee for thy ceaseless care, And all thy work from day to day declare: Does not thine arm encircle us around ? 3 Alas! unworthy of thy boundless love, Too oft with careless feet from thee we rove; Returning sinners to a Tather's home. O by that love which every love excels, [L.M. 15 Under his wings shalt thou trust.-Ps. xci. 4. For all the blessings of the light; 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done : I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. The grave as little as my bed; Rise glorious at the awful day. 4 O may my soul on thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close, To serve my God when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply: No powers of darkness me molest. Praise him, all creatures here below; 16 [L.M. I will lary me down in peace.-Ps. iv. 8. 1 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near; To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, my last thought, how sweet to rest For without thee I cannot live; |