4 If some poor wandering child of thine
Have spurn'd to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Watch by the sick, enrich the poor
With blessings from thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
6 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.a

17 They forsook all, and followed him.-Luke v. 11. [5s. 8s. JESU, still lead on,

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Till our rest be won;

And, although the way be cheerless,
We will follow, calm and fearless:

Guide us by thy hand

To our Fatherland.

If the way be drear,

If the foe be near,

Let not faithless fears o'ertake us,
Let not faith and hope forsake us;
For through many a foe

To our home we go.

When we seek relief

From a long-felt grief,

When oppress'd by new temptations,
Lord, increase and perfect patience;

Show us that bright shore

Where we weep no more.

Jesu, still lead on,

Till our rest be won:

Heavenly Leader, still direct us,
Still support, console, protect us,
Till we safely stand

In our Fatherland. Amen.

18 In the daytime also he led them with a cloud, and all the night with a light of fire.

Ps. lxxviii. 14.

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1 LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead thou me on.

The night is dark, and I am far from home;
Lead thou me on.

Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.
2 I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that thou
Shouldst lead me on;

I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead thou me on.

I loved the garish day, and spite of fears Pride ruled my will; remember not past years. 3 So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on

O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. 4 Meantime along the narrow rugged path, Thyself hast trod,

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Lead, Saviour, lead me home in childlike faith, Home to my God,

To rest for ever after earthly strife

In the calm light of everlasting life. Amen.

At even they brought unto him all that were [L.M. diseased.-Mark i. 32.

1 Ar even, ere the sun was set,

The sick, O Lord, around thee lay;
O in what divers pains they met!
O with what joy they went away!
2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we,

Oppress'd with various ills, draw near:
What if thy form we cannot see?

We know and feel that thou art here.

3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel;

For some are sick and some are sad,
And some have never loved thee well,
And some have lost the love they had;
4 And some have found the world is vain,
Yet from the world they break not free;
And some have friends who give them pain,
Yet have not sought a friend in thce.
5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they, who fain would serve thee best,
Are conscious most of wrong within.
6 O 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;
No word from thee can fruitless fall;
Hear in this solemn evening hour,
And in thy mercy heal us all."

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Let the lifting up of my hands be an
evening sacrifice.-Ps. cxli. 2.

1 THE sun is sinking fast,
The daylight dies s;
Let love awake and pay
Her evening sacrifice.
2 As Christ upon the cross
His head inclined,

And to his Father's hands
His parting soul resign'd;
3 So now herself my soul
Would wholly give
Into his sacred charge,

In whom all spirits live;

4 So now beneath his eye
Would calmly rest,

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Without a wish or thought
Abiding in the breast;

5 Save that his will be done,
Whate'er betide;

Dead to herself, and dead
In him to all beside.

6 Thus would I live: yet now
Not I, but he

In all his power and love
Henceforth alive in me.

7 One Sacred Trinity,
One Lord Divine,

May I be ever his,

And he for ever mine. Amen.

I meditate on thee in the night watches.
Ps. lxiii. 6.

THE day, O Lord, is spent ;
Abide with us, and rest ;

Our hearts' desires are fully bent
On making thee our guest.

We have not reach'd that land,

That happy land as yet,

Where holy angels round thee stand,

Whose sun can never set.

Our sun is sinking now;

Our day is almost o'er :

O Sun of righteousness, do thou

Shine on us evermore.

22 Thou, Lord, only makest me to dwell in safety.

Ps. iv. 8.

1 THE day is past and over:

All thanks, O Lord, to thee:

I pray thee that offenceless
The hours of dark may be.

O Jesu, keep me in thy sight,

And save me through the coming night.

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2 The joys of day are over :
I lift my heart to thee;
And call on thee, that sinless
The hours of gloom may be.
O Jesu, make their darkness light,
And save me through the coming night.
3 The toils of day are over :

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I raise the hymn to thee;
And ask that free from peril
The hours of fear may be.
O Jesu, keep me in thy sight,

And guard me through the coming night."

He that keepeth thee will not slumber.

Ps. cxxi. 3.

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1 SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;

Sin and want we come confessing,

Thou canst save, and thou canst heal.
Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he, who never weary
Watchest where thy people be.

2 Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrow past us fly,
Angel-guards from thee surround us,
We are safe, if thou art nigh.
Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Člad in light and deathless bloomt.

3 Father, to thy holy keeping

Humbly we ourselves resign;
Saviour, who hast slept our sleeping,
Make our slumbers pure as thine;
Blessed Spirit, brooding o'er us,
Chase the darkness of our night,
Till the perfect day before us
Breaks in everlasting light."