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BISHOP KENN.

Evening Hymn.

1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thy own almighty wings.

2 Forgive me, Lord, through thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That, with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

4 O, may my soul on thee repose,

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.

5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him, ye angels round his throne;
Praise God, the high and holy One.

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Evening Hymn.

Psalm cxli. 2.

1 SOFTLY now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;

ANONYMOUS.

Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with thee.

2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Nought escapes, without, within;
Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault and secret sin.

3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall forever pass away;

Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.

C. M.

Nature's Evening Hymn.

1 THE heavenly spheres to thee, O God,

Attune their evening hymn;

All wise, all holy, thou art praised
In song of seraphim!

Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds,

Unite to worship thee,

While thy majestic greatness fills

Space, time, eternity.

BOWRING.

2 Nature, a temple worthy thee,

That beams with light and love; Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below, Whose stars rejoice above,

Whose altars are the mountain cliffs

That rise along the shore;

Whose anthems, the sublime accord
Of storm and ocean roar;

3 Her song of gratitude is sung

By spring's awakening hours;
Her summer offers at thy shrine
Its earliest, loveliest flowers;
Her autumn brings its ripened fruits,
In glorious luxury given;

While winter's silver heights reflect
Thy brightness back to heaven.

4 On all thou smil'st; and what is man Before thy presence, God?

A breath, but yesterday inspired,
Tomorrow but a clod.

That clod shall mingle in the vale,
But, kindled, Lord, by thee,

The spirit to thy arms shall spring,
To life, to liberty.

WATTS.

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Evening Wymn.

1 THUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days!
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But he forgives my follies past,

He gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head:
While well appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 Faith in his name forbids my fear:
O may thy presence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear
Thy love and kindness in my heart.

5 Thus when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.

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Sabbath Evening.

1 THERE is a time when moments flow,

More happily than all beside;

It is, of all the times below

A Sabbath at the eventide.

2 O then the setting sun shines fair,
And all below and all above

The various forms of Nature wear
One universal garb of love.

3 And then the peace that Jesus brought
The life of grace eternal beams,
And we, by his example taught
Improve the life his love redeems.

4 Delightful scene! a world at rest;
A God all love; no grief, no fear;
A heavenly hope, a peaceful breast,
A smile, unsullied by a tear.